Transformers is like the nexus, an extradimensional realm where one's will shapes reality. Only passing every 39.1 years the only way in is to surmount the most violent energy ribbon. Just as in the nexus, time has no meaning. It's measure serves as a gage but unless equipped with unlimited capability and contra counter strength compensators one will inevitably experience globular resistance of unusual density. This program is possibly light years (10 trillion kilometers) ahead of its time. It's anachronistic birth attacked the zeitgeist like a thermonuclear detonator befalling stone age rock throwers. Instead of embracing the mysterious technology, the quizzical response by muscle memory is to resort to the comfort of the known. Hitherto, heavy weight was rarely, if ever, used in conventional programming. The standard evolutionary course of development would've been to establish the exercises, reps, iterations, and then finally a manageable weight. Bypassing the perfunctory steps of evolution was the demarcation of progress in this combination as squat cleaning 225# for the first time was done during the first showing of Transformers. At the time, 185# would've been more reasonable but reason is only part of the equation. Generating enough passion to send energy impulses beyond conventional boundaries is the the other part. Sometimes evolution just doesn't happen fast enough. When first created there was no way to know that it would serve as the benchmark mantra for an anti-establishment rebel force responsible for creating intergalactic strife in an imploding universe. Due to the expertly designed nature of this program it accommodates strengths and exploits weaknesses. With a time of 18:08 I can honestly confirm that this test has accurately reflected the subjects in which my energy has been spent. The clean originally attempted to send me away in a metaphysical body bag full of regret and ill repute but persistence succeeded in the end. Over two years later the clean (and the muscle ups) are nothing more than a sloppy signature on the dotted line. This second iteration has been the clearest demarcation of progress compared to any other gage previously employed. Regardless of how cavalier my approach to the first two obstacles, the real traffic jam was manifested in the HSPU. You can race to the tunnel but if there's an accident you're not getting through. In the end, the majority of time was spent waiting in line to pass my own deficiencies. Ultimately, the progress made on the first two movements overshadow the deficiencies on the third. The moral of this story is that the program did what it was designed to do, i.e. destroy its creator by applying a fair level of both opportunity and punishment.
Transformers is like the nexus, an extradimensional realm where one's will shapes reality. Only passing every 39.1 years the only way in is to surmount the most violent energy ribbon. Just as in the nexus, time has no meaning. It's measure serves as a gage but unless equipped with unlimited capability and contra counter strength compensators one will inevitably experience globular resistance of unusual density.
ReplyDeleteThis program is possibly light years (10 trillion kilometers) ahead of its time. It's anachronistic birth attacked the zeitgeist like a thermonuclear detonator befalling stone age rock throwers. Instead of embracing the mysterious technology, the quizzical response by muscle memory is to resort to the comfort of the known. Hitherto, heavy weight was rarely, if ever, used in conventional programming. The standard evolutionary course of development would've been to establish the exercises, reps, iterations, and then finally a manageable weight. Bypassing the perfunctory steps of evolution was the demarcation of progress in this combination as squat cleaning 225# for the first time was done during the first showing of Transformers. At the time, 185# would've been more reasonable but reason is only part of the equation. Generating enough passion to send energy impulses beyond conventional boundaries is the the other part. Sometimes evolution just doesn't happen fast enough.
When first created there was no way to know that it would serve as the benchmark mantra for an anti-establishment rebel force responsible for creating intergalactic strife in an imploding universe. Due to the expertly designed nature of this program it accommodates strengths and exploits weaknesses.
With a time of 18:08 I can honestly confirm that this test has accurately reflected the subjects in which my energy has been spent. The clean originally attempted to send me away in a metaphysical body bag full of regret and ill repute but persistence succeeded in the end. Over two years later the clean (and the muscle ups) are nothing more than a sloppy signature on the dotted line. This second iteration has been the clearest demarcation of progress compared to any other gage previously employed. Regardless of how cavalier my approach to the first two obstacles, the real traffic jam was manifested in the HSPU. You can race to the tunnel but if there's an accident you're not getting through. In the end, the majority of time was spent waiting in line to pass my own deficiencies. Ultimately, the progress made on the first two movements overshadow the deficiencies on the third. The moral of this story is that the program did what it was designed to do, i.e. destroy its creator by applying a fair level of both opportunity and punishment.