reverse curls at end, ya!, good arm workout.
This entire "I'm/They're big guys and it's harder to do chinups" is just bullshit. These guys are carrying a shitload more muscle than me and yet supposedly this extra muscle precludes them from being able to perform at a fraction of the same level.
Now I'm aware that there is a diminishing return from muscle weight gain after a point, such that for every extra kilo of muscle you require a larger strength gain from that muscle. But if a guy at my size can do chinups at an equivilent of someone much larger then the "big guys can't do chins" arguments are all just excuses.
That's why I only do 4 sets of 8 at the very begining of my back workouts.
i think this form/exercise nazi thing is getting alittle out of hand. ok, if his form was horrible i might have understood it. but it was ok. martinez didnt do full ROM pullups either.
Jay has one of the widest/biggest backs ever so obviously he knows what he is doing to achieve his goal. which is to be a better bber. not a better powerlifter or a stronger pulluper.
sure, matt kroc and constantinov can do more pullups than jay. but then again, they also look like complete crap compared to jay physique wise. let bbers be bbers and powerlifters be powerlifters and enjoy their respective strenghts. cuz honestly, who cares what a guy lifts aslong as he looks phenomenal in bbing?
that video with centopani and poundstone was great in the sense that it highlighted the difference between bbers and strongmen. on one hand u have poundstone who outlifts evan pretty hard, but at the same time u have evan with a much better physique. at that level, it is a crossroad. either u pursue massive strenght or u pursue a chiseled physique.
and yes, before anyone mentions him, ronnie coleman had both. but he had one in a billion genetics. jay doesent.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.