You Can't Do This!!!

Today I received a message from Rockland Community College. Apparently, due to insufficient registration, my kettlebell class has been CANCELLED!! I cannot believe the wussy men out there. This class should not have been sold out immediately!! What a HUGE disappointment. So that leads me to ask, WWAD????

Arnold would take the $49 course fee that is being returned and put it toward a 20kg kettlebell, that's what Arnold would do!! And that is what I will do. Since the rest of the world is not ready for the kettlebells, I will be forced to forge ahead alone. This is my world now, with no one to rely on. Breaking new ground is not easy work! Time to CRUSH IT!!

CRUSH IT!

As each day progresses well all come face to face with tough decisions, and even when we ask ourselves, What Would Arnold Do, we still need to ask ourselves; do it like a girly man, or crush it! (The answer is obvious, my friend) Whether we’re lifting weights or making a pot of coffee the answer is the same in each situation. Today I was joined by a few of my fellow Aircastle employees, in the dimly lit room, seated around the table, with 15 Whitecastle cheeseburgers placed in front of me, so I asked myself, what would Arnold do? Arnold wouldn’t finish them, he would annihilate them and crush it! So one after another, after another the cheeseburgers went down until I was left with an empty plate. With all the cheeseburgers done and the task in the past, consider this one . . . CRUSHED!

Preemptive Strike

Immediately returning from an intense lifting session, I knew the Slyders would be waiting for me. With only trace amounts of nutrients to be found within these scant excuses for food, I thought to myself... "WWAD?"

In true Arnold fashion, I decided to coat my stomach with a thick, protective layer of whey protein. Hopefully the whey will attack the intruding Slyders, encapsulate them and allow them to pass through my system without an opportunity to wreck havoc on my innards.

Lurking in the Shadows

Parking Garage Kettlebells

Today I brought the Beast in to work with me. I had intended to perform my kb workout at the gym on my lunch hour in place of a typical cardio session. Well, two successive meetings sprung up today with no room to spare getting to and from the gym. So WWAD?

I proceeded to the garage. Moved my car to an isolated spot with elbow room to spare. Slipped on my sneaks, removed my watch and started swinging the Beast!

Not wanted to overdo it and return to work for the remainder of the day dripping of sweat and stinking out my office buddies, I stopped after a brief but effective workout. With just enough time to inhale my lunch and be off to my meeting! I hope Arnold would be proud.

The Urge to Purge

When I arrived home last night, I was excited to perform my first real kettlebell routine. Not wanting to overdo it, I planned for at most, a 20 min session. After the first 6 sets of 2-hand swings, my heart was pumping up at 90% of max, my shoulders were hanging in strong and I felt grounded. Should I stop now and not overdo it? Then I thought to myself, WWAD? I then proceeded to do 1-arm swings - 3 sets, right then left. At the end of the 3rd set, my shoulders were getting tired. I started my 4th set, but the shoulder joints didn't appreciate that. Arnold always trained smart! No need to risk injury, when the Beast is always waiting for another workout. When I was done, I felt a nice sense of exhaustion flowing through my body. This exhaustion then slowly began to transform itself into a feeling of nausea. I hadn't thought I'd push it nearly too far, but then again, I have no basis to judge. I'll find out this weekend when the Beast and I tangle again. As the evening wore on and the discomfort fading I again thought to myself, Arnold would be proud!

New Here

Thanks for allowing an amateur blogger access to the profound wisdom that is WWAD.
I don't actually have any clever tid bits to add today but I promise to work hard (as is the WWAD credo) and use my new found philosophy daily.

I'll be back!
(sorry I couldn't resist)

NO GIRLY MEN ALLOWED!

Yesterday I marched up to the gym, ready to do my chest-tri work out and crush it, when I was delayed . . . by a little girly man, if you can even call him a man. Wearing all white, from his white tennis shoes, to his khaki shorts, even his white, leather-strapped hat was white, but yet he still felt the need to adorn the brim of his hat with his fake turtle-shell Oakleys. Sitting on the bench (not working out) talking to two of his buddies, I politely ask him if he has any sets left, and he rolled his eyes up to me, flexed, and said he had one more and huffed as he told his girly friends he’d be right there, as he strained to press his small dumbbells a few times. As he threw them to the floor, after an obviously exhausting workout, he shot me a menacing look, so I politely asked, “can you leave those weights there . . . I warm up with that.” Not knowing what to say, he just got up didn’t know what to do next and walked away to the next bench, and after my warm up, it was time to CRUSH IT! So I picked up the 90 Lbs dumbbells, sat them on my lap, smiled, then leaned back and bumped out my sets, with the girly man still watching, because girly me don’t actually work out. What Would Arnold Do? Arnold would CRUSH IT without hesitation and throw out the girly men from the gym!

Meetings Overload

Today the CFO has scheduled meeting throughout the afternoon... one occurring during the day's typical lunch hour. Today The Beast drove into work with me. We had planned on having our first full-scale kb workout today. Today's meetings are making it very difficult to squeeze in a trip to the gym. WWAD? . . . . Arnold would find a nice quiet, empty spot in the parking garage and perform his kb swings 'dere! He would 'den proceed to work the remainda of 'de day sitting in a sweat-soaked polo. And he would smile. And love it!! Extreme times call for extreme measures!!

How I Plan to Look After Training with Arnold

Only Girly Men Forfeit

Korn Ferry has forfeit it's softball game against Aircastle. Only girly men forfeit softball games! There are no girly men on the Aircastle team - only superior athletes with tons of testosterone coursing through their veins! Arnold hates girly men!! WWAD???? Arnold would go to Korn Ferry's office and CRUSH each and every girly man hiding inside a cubicle. Arnold hates cubicles! Cubicles were invented to hurd the weak girly men together. Real men like to be seen - out in the open. They like to be the center of attention and flex their big muscles. Korn Ferry has no muscles, only knobby knees and chattering teeth.

Say Hello To My Little Friend!

Last night I swang (swung?) my 16kg (that is equal one pood in Russian) kettlebell for the first time. It was love at first swing!

It was like dancing with a lethal yet exotically beautiful woman. Keep her close, stay connected at all times because if you give her the chance, she'll slice your throat. We spent some time together, exploring one another, searching out weaknesses. At the end of our session, we both left in one piece, none the worse for wear. So then you ask, WWAD? We'll be seeing one another again, soon. How soon? Soon.

The Beast Awaits

It is Monday afternoon. Almost 4:30, but not quite. An anxious itch runs through my body. I try to stay focused on the work at hand, but as each minutes sweeps by, the thoughts running through my head get stronger and stronger. I know it awaits me. Calling out my name. I want to get up and leave, but something inside makes me stay. Which is stronger, my desire or my will? This is a true test of strength. WWAD??? Knowing that training begins in the mind, I must sharpen my spirit, keeping it in razor-like condition, just like a sprinter coiled and ready to spring forth at the sound of the gun. The Beast is waiting for me. Waiting to say hello for the first time. I can wait a few more minutes. Muscles already coiling, preparing for our first dance together. Arnold would mentally prepare until the time was right. That's what I am doing.

Arnold on the mound

So as I step onto the mound after numerous practice throws, I thought I had gotten into my groove of pitching, but as the first batter comes to the plate, the first pitch I threw was a ball . . . followed by another and another, and at the close of the first inning I had let 7 runs in. The second inning was better, but still not good. Something was wrong, something was lacking. Then as the third inning came to be, I held the ball with a tight grip, thinking, what would Arnold do? Clenching the ball with an awesome grip, I wound up, then stopped, only to realize that I was going to throw the ball full speed at the ump for not calling the pitches strikes! Then I composed myself, thought again, what would Arnold do, and threw the ball in perfect form under hand, straight to the limit 12 foot arch, and as it came soaring down to the mat . . . STRIKE! Then another, and another. Soon I was in the zone, thinking before each pitch, what would Arnold do? “Clear the mechanism”? No, What Would Arnold Do trumps all!

Get Off Your Butt and Pedal!

It was a rough morning. I woke up feeling like Lou Ferrigno smashed my head in with a sledge hammer. What will I do? Today is cardio day... First thing is first... we take pain killers - Arnold size. A whole fist full of Advil. Now we wait. Arnold is in tune with his body. Lunchtime rolls around. The pain continues. Then I ask myself, 'What would Arnold do?" Without hesitation, I grab my keys and head for the gym. It's CARDIO DAY, we must pedal!!

There are no Girlie Men here!

That's right, no Girlie men at Aircastle! You can all look like me - The Governator.

Coffee anyone???

This morning we noticed that the coffee looked like tea and tasted like water. While some paused to ponder what had happened, I stopped for a moment and thought... What Would Arnold Do? Would Arnold stand for such weak coffee or would he demand a stronger brew?

"Weakness is not an option, coffee must be STRONG!"

"You ask what would Arnold do? ---- I would rip coffee beans from the ground with my bare hands and crush them into grinds with my own fists. Then I would shove those coffee grinds into the coffee maker to make a cup of coffee so strong it could kick you in the face."

"SHUT UP - Arnold does not run on Dunkin"

The day started out slow and chilly at an early 6 A.M. to go to a swap meet at in upstate CT to look for different car-parts. Although I did go miles without finding a single car part I needed, I did find one thing that peaked my curiosity and interest; two extra rear-end / differential sets for my car. This included one full rear (the housing, two forged axles, two full sets of brakes including the drums, forged gears, and a cast center section holding the gears . . . all steel) and an additional center section holding the gears. I bought it all cheap, couldn’t pass it up, but when it came time to load it up on the truck I had to wait for my dad to back the truck all the way down the isle to then hoist up the complete rear end, and then the center section, but then I thought deep inside and questioned, “What Would Arnold Do?” So I bent my knees, grabbed the housing with all the components inside picked it up, and proceeded to curl my arms so I had the entire unit up in the air away from my body, then proceeded to walk several hundred feet to the truck. Pain and fatigue? I thought to myself again, Arnold doesn’t know those feelings. So I hoisted the complete rear end up onto the truck, went back to get the center section and repeat the process. My dad said, “If you had only waited 5 minutes I could have saved you a bunch of energy.” . . . . but Arnold wouldn’t have waited either!

What Would Arnold Do?

When you begin to doubt yourself, when you begin to falter, when you are so exhausted you don't think you can raise your arms anymore, just ask yourself, "What would Arnold do?"

That is what this blog is all about. Pushing ourselves beyond expectations. Beyond long held beliefs. Beyond imagination.

We all hold an amazing amount of ability - we just need to harness it and apply it.

This blog is all about pushing ourselves to the next level while motivating those around us.

What would Arnold do? Arnold would CRUSH IT!! No questions asked. That's what Arnold would do!

This blog is for everyone to make a contribution. Do we do what Arnold would do? What do we do?

What do you do?