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Originally Posted by Tomer=Trance
Im injury free more or less, all of my bones are intact.
I have been having this burning pain in the side of my chest muscle when bench pressing too much wight at the gym (i cant get pass 100kg at the moment) this shit started 6 months ago and still hasnt healed even tho i took a month of rest.
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Heavy, flat barbell bench presses will tear your rotator cuffs up, Tomer. Trust me, I felt the pain in both arms in the past 2.5 years.
You are MUCH better off doing giant sets with dumbbells:
(1) Flat Dumbbell Bench Press
(2) Flat Dumbbell Bench Flyes
(3) Cross Bench Pull Overs
OR
(1) Incline Dumbbell Bench Press
(2) Incline Dumbbell Bench Flyes
(3) Cross Bench Pull Overs
Go through each set 1, 2, 3 with no rest, then take a minute or two off and go do some calf raises (because no one's calves are ever big enough, unless you're me). Repeat four times, then go off and see how much you can bench with a barbell...not much I bet!
Save your joints my friend. Your muscles will heal, your tendons, ligaments, and joints will fuck you over way before your muscles give out.
It happened to me at 28!!!
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Ahhhhh the Droogy days. I miss bashing old Georgie Boy's face in. And now it's time to listen to the Ludwig Van...
A priceless film. My mother detested it because I watched it every day after school for 2 weeks straight. At that point in my life I was running around on weekends throwing eggs, tipping over garbage cans, pulling mailboxes out of the ground, pushing furniture into swimming pools, and being a nasty little neighborhood menace all together. Such are the early years of adolescence when little boys are so frustrated becasue they have a whole lot of testosterone to deal with but no job, no car, and no girlfriend to help curb its power. You are stranded in your town, you are frustrated, and by golly some how you've got to let the tension out. I sure am glad I never found my Dad's thermal underwear and a top hat...LOL