tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132489742024-03-14T02:13:59.324-07:00Dynamic FitnessFIGHTING ADIPOSE DEPOSITS SINCE 1987Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger205125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-24100972589086999422018-10-03T06:31:00.000-07:002018-10-03T06:52:34.083-07:00Re: http://today.fullcolorillustrations.com Andrew Heffernan Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-14356609636336890682018-08-25T00:51:00.001-07:002018-08-25T00:51:23.935-07:00Re: http://send.furrfinancial.comAndrew Heffernan Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-7209554666341849852018-03-13T09:12:00.001-07:002018-03-13T09:12:37.636-07:00http://relief.jewelrydesigns4u.comAndrew Heffernan Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-36919816328416547562015-09-16T01:47:00.000-07:002015-09-16T00:48:02.683-07:00from: Andrew HeffernanHi!http://agents.financialprotectiongroup.com/taking.php?Andrew_HeffernanAndrew HeffernanSent from Yahoo Mail for iPhone Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-16572276525683128912008-07-13T14:30:00.000-07:002008-07-13T14:38:14.670-07:00Final Post: I've moved!In case people are still checking back here for updates, I'm now blogging over at Male Pattern Fitness, so if you haven't already, head on over and check it out! Some stuff, same guy, different heading, and fingers crossed, more regular posting. Enjoy and thanks for the support at this site.Incidentally, a reader wrote in to ask that I not delete this blog, and fear not, I won't! This Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-73344170951917103332008-07-08T18:04:00.001-07:002008-07-08T18:08:08.388-07:00Big News!Big News! A few days before embarking on my trip to Lapland, I got an email from Lou Schuler, whom most of you will know as the author of The New Rules of Lifting, former fitness editor for Men’s Health, Men’s Fitness, and general fitness guru, as well as the proprietor of the “Male Pattern Fitness” blog. Lou recently got an offer he couldn’t refuse from a site called T-Nation, which I’ve Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-9869328930880201742008-06-10T11:37:00.001-07:002008-06-10T11:40:02.895-07:00Lapland-BoundInexplicably, I'm off to Lapland this evening and will be gone through the 26th of June. When I get back I intend to start a reindeer-wrangling class at CRUNCH. Meantime, everyone stay well--AndrewUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-91820199317014676892008-05-29T09:21:00.002-07:002008-05-29T09:22:01.159-07:00Shoeless BlissA few weeks back Lou Schuler blogged about a study, which indicated, in short, that Shoes are Bad. The evidence is fairly convincing: examining the bones in the feet of a few thousand cadavers, researchers discovered that the feet of indigenous peoples, and others whose footwear was typically minimal, were far healthier than those of Europeans who spent their lives with their feet swathed in Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-53192126222640907952008-05-22T14:05:00.001-07:002008-05-22T14:25:24.520-07:00Old Dogs...Back at Hanover High School I had a Latin instructor who said that teachers had to repeat themselves seven times before students would remember what they said. I don’t know where she came up with that number, but since then I’ve heard similar stats cited about sales—you need to hear about something seven times before you’ll buy it, or consider buying it, or even remember the name of the product Unknownnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-18600736889583040902008-04-15T20:21:00.000-07:002008-05-03T20:12:50.301-07:00More Kid-Tastic TrainingIt's happened to every fitness geek at least a handful of times. Although the hours of his local chur--er, gym--are tattooed across his forehead, we will, on the rare occasions, show up at the gates of our own personal Emporium of Pain only to discover them locked shut. Maybe they're closed for renovations or inventory or pool-cleaning. Maybe they're observing Passover or the Chinese New Year.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-11869657399609348462008-04-03T15:43:00.001-07:002008-04-03T15:45:16.731-07:00I'm a C.S.C.S. GOD!So what if it’s been a million years since you’ve heard from me, you folks are going to fall at my feet when I hit you with THIS: I just got myself a new certification! From now on, when you see me in the ‘food supplement’ aisle at the Piggly Wiggly, mulling over protein/carb rations from behind my cat-eye glasses, you’re going to tell your shopping partner, in awestruck tones, “Look! There’s Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-82568028723613677132008-03-11T14:08:00.000-07:002008-03-11T14:09:16.762-07:00The Key to ProgressThe last four weeks or so I've put myself on a variation of a program called the "Strength-Focused Mesocycle" from Chad Waterbury's book MUSCLE REVOLUTION, which I've just about worn myself out recommending to anyone interested in strength training. The SFM, as Waterbury affectionately calls his program, is pretty simple in design (that's one thing I love about Waterbury): three workouts a weekUnknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-17806001854067082322008-02-27T12:26:00.001-08:002008-03-04T12:27:18.029-08:00Calves of the GodsDear Fitness Scavenger: I am trying to make my calves "bigger". I was hoping you would have a few ideas. --"Mary," Hollywood, California Hi Mary in Hollywood: I get this kind of question all the time: how do I build this and shrink that, how do I get bigger here and smaller there? In addition to her famous red and blue pills, didn't Alice have different multi-colored ointments that you Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-9579324039854530082008-02-26T15:43:00.000-08:002008-02-26T15:44:35.370-08:00Muscle...or Fitness?This past weekend I attended a fitness expo at the Los Angeles Convention Center. Along with the predictable booths shilling various fitness-oriented products were some altogether more interesting types: diminutive power lifters hoisting three times their body weight; beer-bellied strongmen muscling around what appeared to be outsized bowling balls; mixed martial artists demonstrating their Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-79804170749035957132008-01-24T13:35:00.000-08:002008-01-24T13:48:34.997-08:00The Best TV Show EverA few weeks ago, just before the holidays, a pair of very sheepish-looking sales reps knocked on my door. Those clipboards give them away every time; door-to-door types should really start dressing like distressed neighbors or something—people would be so much more inclined to talk to them. Anyway, turns out these guys were from our wireless company and had been calling repeatedly to offer a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-62118725426643314402008-01-14T18:52:00.000-08:002008-01-14T20:10:35.798-08:00The Siren CallSo I was listening to a little of the NPR whilst navigating LA traffic this afternoon and heard an interesting interview: a very emphatic researcher has concluded that the recent surge in obesity can be attributed, in large part to our modern "food environment," that is, to the instant availability of a vast array of junk foods in all their highly-caloric and nutrient-deprived glory. It's not Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-84891028131842656142008-01-05T12:33:00.001-08:002008-01-05T12:52:28.638-08:00Aragon Alert!Well, I’ve taken myself a nice long break from the world of blogging, and it’s time I got myself back in the saddle. No excuse, really, except holiday sluggishness. What finally got me going again was an email from my colleague Alan Aragon, a nutritionist and dietician whose seminar I attended (and discussed here) about a year ago. I don’t know Alan that well, but I really liked his angle on Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-64745094846349274602007-12-19T22:20:00.001-08:002007-12-20T11:34:27.702-08:00Presidential Physiques and the Making of Squat-Rack BarackBetween the hours I spend carving out six-packs, loading and unloading Olympic barbells, and wiping up clients' sweat, I try to pretend to be a normal human being interested in normal human things like politics and NASCAR, but it can be tough sometimes. I can't seem to help seeing things through the lens of a Fitness Guy. I take comfort in thinking that Einstein probably couldn't help but Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-70472106946468708972007-12-18T14:02:00.000-08:002007-12-18T17:47:30.307-08:00A Lesson from the ShrubberyQuick metaphor for fitness poeple out there with a poetical bent: when my wife and I bought our house in the spring of 2006, the back yard was an atrocity. Concrete covering 90% of the area, a gravelly, dirt-covered space on one end that the flyer had referred to as a "patio," the ugly side of a hideous fence separating our yard from the neighbor's. It needed work. So I spent an exhilerating Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-61141136359710050622007-12-12T21:29:00.000-08:002007-12-13T19:59:41.327-08:00The Lost Art of SpottingI've never been a big "workout partner" guy. Whether running or biking or lifting weights or swimming or practicing kata or hitting a heavy bag, working out has always felt like an inherently solitary endeavor to me, ever since my initiate days of pumping concrete-filled "DP" weights in my parents' basement. My few forays into "social" exercise--in triathlon clubs, boxing gyms, and martial Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-45347761282404221482007-12-11T17:28:00.001-08:002007-12-15T11:13:56.355-08:00CrossFit: A Total Sham or The Second Coming?A reader named tommythecat (not--presumably--his real name) wrote to me recently and asked me to do a post on CrossFit, a popular training system whose devotees and detractors lock horns on chat rooms with alarming frequency and leave the rest of us wondering what the big deal is. Taking away all the hoopla--and there's plenty of that, believe me--CrossFit offers brief, intense workouts that Unknownnoreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-39327340407258136522007-12-05T08:35:00.001-08:002007-12-05T10:21:48.519-08:00Nature: ONE; Nurture: ZEROIn Andrew Niccol's 1997 sci-fi movie Gattaca, Ethan Hawke plays an aspiring astronaut in a dystopian future where the quality of your life is dictated by the quality of your genes. It's a world where, "with the right helix tucked under your arm, you can go anywhere." Unlike his brother, who was engineered to be a perfect combination of his parents' best features, Hawke's character was conceivedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-22328201898307619332007-11-29T13:08:00.000-08:002007-11-29T14:56:00.654-08:00Profiled at the YSo I had myself a nice little workout this morning at the local low-frills YMCA: lifted some decent weights (for me), worked up a pretty good sweat, and generally got myself into a narcissistic froth over my own manliness (it helped that the only other people working out at the time was a group of Korean women, none of them a day under seventy-five). Lots of fun. While I was completing my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-48140822414790863332007-11-26T11:44:00.000-08:002007-11-26T14:15:38.608-08:00Tale of Three Brothers Most guys will break off from their Thanksgiving binge to watch football; my brothers-in-law and I, all of us inveterately indifferent to sports trying frantically to compensate, did some arm-wrestling instead. "Quien," I ask, "es mas macho?" A quick rundown on the arm-wrestlers:The older of my wife's brothers, Brennon, is heavy into weight training. You'd think that would mean I'd love the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13248974.post-74650299062136920492007-11-22T09:45:00.000-08:002007-11-22T10:00:48.605-08:00Happy Thanksgiving to All!Okay: Just a couple of things here, I swear I'm going to make this short, because I've stolen away from my family's pre-feasting festivities at our little rented home and am blogging with my wife's borrowed laptop perched on top of a clothes dryer that is currently drying sheets, blankets and towels that my two-year-old nephew spent last night dowsing in vomit. Don't ever say I never did Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2