How Buff is Buff?

So you ask, how buff is buff?

Buff is an attitude
Buff is a state of mind
Buff is a place that you want to be

Buff is squatting until you cannot squat no more
Buff is deadlifting weights that bend the bar
Buff is benching until your spotter's sweat drips on to your face

Buff is black powder whispering in your ear that you will lift heavy ass weights
Buff is executing every lift with pure focus and form
Buff is the 3 x 8, the 5 x 5, the 5 -3 - 1.
Buff is feeling the pump, getting swole.
Buff is your Gold Standard, repairing you for more buff to come

Buff is hypertrophy
Buff is strength
Buff is power

Buff is supersets
Buff is the one rep max
Buff is Cross Fit
Buff is one more rep
Buff is two more reps after the one more rep
Buff is beast

So how buff is buff?
That is an easy question to answer:
Buff is buff.

I feel very embarrassed right now, in hind sight this is a pretty shizer poem that doesn't leave me feeling very hetero. I did want to try my hand at poetry, and I got to say I don't know how poets get any confidence in what they write - surely they feel like absolute douches. All modern day poets must be sexually confused hipsters or something. I am going to delete this after Anthony reads this so if you get to read this consider yourself lucky.

Happy Birthday..........Mother Fucker

Ok back on the gravy train beeetchez. It has almost been a whole year since I have posted in this blog. Probably because I found something better to do with my time and I was filling it with productive, self improving activities. Like watching Sparatcus - A show I highly recommend to all hetero men.

I am currently at Anthony's house, with Anthony at his house, and it his birthday today! He has convinced me to write something today seeing that he is 'special' for the next 24 hours. I even had to do a password reset on this bad boy. The amount of effort that I have already put in up to this point has been excessive, and I have not even written anything that is of any use. Sorry for wasting your time, but stick around matey, good shit will roll down soon I assure you.

Tomorrow we are going to have a day of Cross Fit - esque activities in honour of our cross fitting birthday boy. This idea excites me, yet scares the shit out of me at the same time. Why you ask? Because some genius mind thinks doing 10 100kg deadlifts As Many Rounds As Possible is a really cool idea, after doing two strenuous exercises prior.

That's the problem with these Cross Fitters. They are hell fit? Chris Barnes knows what I am talking about. They think they are hell cool with their so called 'kipping' and 'butterflying' and 'muscle upping'. Please, kipping is the same motion as you develop when you are a kid and your mummy or daddy can't be bothered pushing you on the swing anymore, and butterflying is a move best taught, not at an XFit gym but, by Cathy at Metros.

Ok before I get rained on by too much hate I should state that I am a Cross Fit fan. I have just been too much of a cheap ass to join their ranks. I'm no hater, just a poor C.