posted February 19, 2000 10:33 AM            

For the last 5 months I've considered doing a cycle. Where I live steroids are very available and very inexpensive. After reading up a bit on them, and hanging around here for awhile, I approached one of the instructors at my elitist, extremely well-appointed gym. He was hardly receptive; figured he might have been worried about his job or something.

Anyway, I said "screw him," what the hell and placed an ad in the newspaper: "Wanted, English-speaking sports physician to assist me in my weightlifting and bodybuilding goals."

The phone was ringing off the damned hook. No problem with gear availability, clearly. But, I got this one call from a doctor, who is also a serious (heretofore natural) weightlifter and bodybuilder, and we hit it off.

We met. Seems he has similar goals (and a shitload more weightlifting experience - I've only been working out for just over a year), and he'd been planning his first cycle, too. So, armed with the information I'd researched (and no small thanks to the the very practical information I've picked up here), we talked seriously about training and the first cycle. So he knew I wasn't just some jerk who wanted to jab himself with anything, and I understood he really knows his shit. Doctors make peanuts here in real medical practice, so we agreed he'd moonlight as my workout partner and trainer. We've already had three really kick-ass workouts together.

We're gonna do our first cycle together. He has recommended test and deca. I questioned him about this, dosages, as well as other popular steroids. His reply: "It's not necessary to rush things, and we're not 20 years old anymore (I passed 20 a LONG time ago, by the way)." He even took my blood last week, and plans to check my blood (and his) every other week. Cycle starts Monday. He's already planned Cycle #2 (subject to modification, based on results from this cycle). The goodies are at hand, and any remedies for any complications are immediately available. And we're gonna train our asses off.

He's also gonna do the injecting, something that had been making me uneasy.

And I swithed gyms, from my former place (I will miss the aerobics babes) to a kinda shabby little place but with plenty of free weight stuff and very few machines.

Sheesh. Does it get any better than this? I apologize for this long post. It's just that I'm feeling like a kid, better than the time with my dad surprised me on my 16th birthday with the keys to his Mustang.