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7/9/2025, 10:04:02 AM
>>76341599
Thought 27 sounded like a lot, but then I saw it was only one arm. That guy who beat her was not going down all the way, those reps were garbage. Decided to try it myself before bed even though I worked out earlier. Busted out 28 clean reps, after that a couple junk reps. I'm just a computer geek who works out 3x/wk. Crazy that women can juice that much just to equal me when tired. I know they have less bone density and such, but what is the actual reason that they can have more anabolic hormones in their body than natural men but still be weaker?
Thought 27 sounded like a lot, but then I saw it was only one arm. That guy who beat her was not going down all the way, those reps were garbage. Decided to try it myself before bed even though I worked out earlier. Busted out 28 clean reps, after that a couple junk reps. I'm just a computer geek who works out 3x/wk. Crazy that women can juice that much just to equal me when tired. I know they have less bone density and such, but what is the actual reason that they can have more anabolic hormones in their body than natural men but still be weaker?
7/9/2025, 4:08:01 AM
>>76355602
For me it was kind of the opposite.
I got a pure math degree from a top 20 university, complete with—I shit you not—a perfect 4.0 GPA. I even took harder courses than I needed to by the end (graduate-level stuff that looked interesting). Got into a top professional school and continued to bust ass, ultimately lucking out and getting a really good career path locked in. Suddenly, I had way more free time and resources than when I was a student, so I started taking weightlifting seriously. Lo and behold, lifting and getting swole makes me happier than anything intellectual I ever did. Period. I appreciate the material comforts that working out my brain brought, but it brings me almost zero inherent joy.
For me, intelligence is a good way to make a living, but it’s not something I really want to use in my free time. I’m happiest as a himbo.
For me it was kind of the opposite.
I got a pure math degree from a top 20 university, complete with—I shit you not—a perfect 4.0 GPA. I even took harder courses than I needed to by the end (graduate-level stuff that looked interesting). Got into a top professional school and continued to bust ass, ultimately lucking out and getting a really good career path locked in. Suddenly, I had way more free time and resources than when I was a student, so I started taking weightlifting seriously. Lo and behold, lifting and getting swole makes me happier than anything intellectual I ever did. Period. I appreciate the material comforts that working out my brain brought, but it brings me almost zero inherent joy.
For me, intelligence is a good way to make a living, but it’s not something I really want to use in my free time. I’m happiest as a himbo.
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