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Sculpting the Guns

Recently, Men's Health Magazine (aka the Gospel According to Whey Protein) came out with an article about proportionality in your workout. They insist that if weighed on a scale, your biceps would only amount to about 3% of your total body weight. And in the world according to MH, only about 3% of your workout should be dedicated to said muscles.
Now, I'm a firm believer in Men's Health. It's my homepage. It's my spiritual text. It's what I read on the elliptical. Actually, it told me that men are allowed to run on the elliptical to begin with (no longer the Title IX version of the treadmill). Hell, I even have a copy signed by one of the male models who posed for the special abdominal issue (BTW, I know what you're thinking and no, this does not make me gay). The periodical has taught me how to eat right, how to exercise, AND it taught me all about what women want. That's an ability that only Mel Gibson has.
But this new article has gone too far. Biceps are the greatest muscle in the body. Way more important than the heart. Besides, the heart has become the bastard child of crappy poetry. "You have a good heart" has absolutely nothing to do with blood flow.
But back to the guns. I probably spend upwards of 70% of my time in the weight room working on my arms. I do three variations of curls followed by pull-ups and lat pull downs. And that's just for biceps, not even accounting for triceps or delts. I believe that this is the perfect percentage. People ALWAYS notice big arms. Have you ever heard anyone refer to legs as "guns?" Does Ron Burgundy spend his free time working on leg presses and crunches? NO! He sculpts his biceps.
I'm going to write an angry letter to the good people at Men's Health insisting that they redact their last comment. It's not like they haven't done it before. Three months ago they told me that stretching between sets of bench press stimulated muscle growth. Last week they say that stretching makes you weaker between sets. Classic liberal media, flip flopping on the important issues.


So now allow me to end on an emo note and list off the "Song of the Moment."
So Complicated - Carolyn Dawn Johnson
Take that as you may.

GWC,
MGD

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