MyFirstCycle
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My first steroid cycle: Week 1/Before and During
For years I’ve wanted to do them: steroids.
Vanity certainly was the first reason (why should I lie), but then age passed my by. I’m 44. Pain and slow recovery with my tendons, ligaments, and joints; fat gain, lowered metabolism, decreased physical ability, low endurance…these things caught up to me.
I’ve been an athlete for my entire life. I’ve done an Ironman, jumped out of planes with the 82nd Airborne Division, achieved a perfect score of 300 on the Army Physical Fitness Test (APFT), played basketball at the pro-level, and am that guy in the gym who is nearly better than most. Not the best, but near the top.
After many (emphasis on many) years of thinking about it, researching, studying it, and testing the waters of it, I finally did it: I bought steroids. I started by going on the internet and trying a number of overseas sites. But as karma would provide, buying them overseas never worked. That was most certainly a good thing. My first bit of advice: do not ever buy steroids on the internet. You will not find local dealers, but you will find plenty of dealers in Thailand, Bulgaria, Romania, Saudi Arabia, and Pakistan. Do no trust a single one of them. Seriously, if you take anything away from what I’m writing, it is this: do not buy steroids online.
Instead, I looked for a local source. I didn’t approach any of the guys at the gym who most certainly were juicing. What I did was to put all of my cards on the table and do a simple Craigslist search for someone nearby who was selling steroids. I did a search for “Test,” and there were a small number of results. I emailed one of them privately, and he responded within a day.
He was approachable, and informative, and interesting. But I never trusted him. I’m not a stupid man. (I do recognize the hypocrisy in that statement.) And I knew that talking to him, meeting him, buying steroids from him could easily lead to a number of issues: 1) he’s a cop, 2) he’s selling fake stuff, 3) I could die.
I could die.
This is the statement that illustrates just how far we will go for vanity.
I want to pretend that I pursued the purchase of steroids to make my tendons and ligaments heal faster; to make my joints feel younger; to help burn the excess body fat that comes natural with being 44.
That is not entirely true, at all.
While all of those aforementioned things are certainly a benefit, I simply want to look good.
So I bought them.
I met him, first, before buying them. He was nice and informative and conveyed a care for me (and his “clients”), but, again, I’m not stupid. I was worried, and skeptical, and downright scared.
We parted ways and I researched him and his background; I researched the small, automotive business that he owned. I went to the Secretary of State to research is articles of incorporation. I drove by the front of his business to make sure it existed. I searched in other states for his name, cross referencing with any police force. Everything checked out. But, again, I’m not stupid. Of course, the authorities, if they so desired, could set up a shell business, give fake credentials, and set me (or any other fellow) up for a takedown.
Then my dealer arrived.
Within minutes the deal was done and I was on my way home. I purchased Testosterone, Deca, and Equipoise (and on a lesser note, needles). We made the exchange in the most stereotypical way: in a parking lot with cash, and the goods put into the trunk of my car.
I drove away sweating and worried and checking out every car in the parking lot and that drove within a 10 square meter radius of me. I should mention here that I arrived a half hour early, and scanned the parking lot for undercover squad cars, as well as, eye-balled every person nearby as a potential cop. Talk about paranoia, I was the poster-boy. There were four young and well-built men that I thought for sure were cops. The older man sitting next to me reading a Kindle smelled of pig. Good god, was I paranoid.
As bad luck would have it, as I drove away, a squad car got directly behind me and followed my for about seven miles. I won’t write anything more about that, because my hunch is that the reader knows a bit about how I felt.
Nonetheless, the squad car finally passed me, and I made it home to do my first “pin.”
I was nervous but followed my dealer’s advice. I set up all three shots, cleaned the needles, the bottles, and my backside. Pulling the juice was a slow process as well as when I injected it. The injection, to my surprise, didn't hurt. Not only did it not hurt, not even a little bit, I couldn’t feel the needle as it went in to my muscle.
Today, I am two days into my first injection. I can’t honestly say that I feel anything. My first worry was that it would be bad and toxic juice, but I’m not dead (obviously), and I certainly don’t feel sick or negative in any way. So, I’ve come to the obvious conclusion that I wasn’t sold anything lethal. Now, the question remains as to whether or not I’ve actually bought Testosterone, Deca, and Equipoise.
I’m adhering as best I can to a clean diet, and am continuing my focus on a strict workout plan. I’m strong, I’ve been strong, and I have no doubt that I will continue to be strong. The question now lingers as to whether or not the “steroids” I’m injecting are real, and if my strength will go beyond what is considered a stasis or a norm for me. I’m 6’ 2” and 217 pounds at the onset of this 20-week cycle. My body fat is reasonable: I’m not beach-cut but am not beach-shamed. I bench 245 for a few reps, and with my focus on endurance, can bench 185 20 times, 155 30 times, and 135 a bit north of 40 times on a good day. I write that only to let the reader know that I’m not new to the gym and I have a really good foundation with respect to beginning a first steroid cycle; in that, I’m not a fellow trying to become something big and strong because I’m already big and strong. I just want to simply do those things that I’ve outlined earlier in this writing.
My hope is that I have legitimate steroids and that my workout routine, focus on diet, and the use of anabolics will give me what I want: an approximate one for one drop in fat with gain in muscle, along with a corollary improvement in strength and pure muscle mass gain.
We’ll see.
The next thing I will write about are my worries: liver damage, gyno, and…that’s about it.
Sorry to be blunt, but I don’t care too much about infertility, acne, and rage.
Here’s why.
As I mentioned earlier, I’m 44. What I didn’t mention is that I have three (wonderful and beautiful and amazing) children. After the birth of the third, I had a vasectomy, so fertility is not an issue. I don’t want more kids. Period.
Next, acne is not an issue, because, let’s face it, the pharmaceutical industry is darn good; in that, there are a number of over the counter and prescribed medications that make acne a non-issue. (Where was that stuff in the 80’s when I really needed it?)
And when it comes to “roid-rage,” that stuff is just a flat-out politicized, after-school special myth. (Thanks Ben Affleck for doing work to simply take a check.)
So that comes to my real worries: Liver damage and gyno.
When it comes to liver damage, the truth is that it is a roll of the die. Injectables are the way to go, as orals are the primary bad guy with respect to liver damage (hepotoxicity). I’m only doing intramuscular (IM) pins (injections), so I hope that I’m minimizing any real issues to my organs. Full disclosure here: I really like to drink alcohol, so I am overly sensitive to liver related matters and am trying to bring to nothing or nearly nothing the amount of alcohol I will drink during my 20-week cycle.
That leaves us with gyno: will I get it or not? Truthfully, time will tell. I plan to (I have not yet) to tell my personal doctor what I am doing with steroids in order to do current, during, and post-blood work. I also plan to ask her for post cycle therapy (PCT) drugs, such as Nolvadex or Clomid.
So, there you have it: the first week of my first cycle. I hope I have legitimate stuff, and I hope to achieve what I’ve outlined.
Lastly, I’m writing this for two reasons: 1) to have an outlet and a forum for something new and serious in my life where I can discuss openly all of those things that matter to me with respect to taking my first cycle of steroids, and 2) to create dialogue with those who have contemplated the same that I have but have not yet embarked on their first cycle (or, are in their first cycle), so that we may have open and honest dialogue about fears, concerns, experiences, and the realities of acquiring, and using steroids.
For years I’ve wanted to do them: steroids.
Vanity certainly was the first reason (why should I lie), but then age passed my by. I’m 44. Pain and slow recovery with my tendons, ligaments, and joints; fat gain, lowered metabolism, decreased physical ability, low endurance…these things caught up to me.
I’ve been an athlete for my entire life. I’ve done an Ironman, jumped out of planes with the 82nd Airborne Division, achieved a perfect score of 300 on the Army Physical Fitness Test (APFT), played basketball at the pro-level, and am that guy in the gym who is nearly better than most. Not the best, but near the top.
After many (emphasis on many) years of thinking about it, researching, studying it, and testing the waters of it, I finally did it: I bought steroids. I started by going on the internet and trying a number of overseas sites. But as karma would provide, buying them overseas never worked. That was most certainly a good thing. My first bit of advice: do not ever buy steroids on the internet. You will not find local dealers, but you will find plenty of dealers in Thailand, Bulgaria, Romania, Saudi Arabia, and Pakistan. Do no trust a single one of them. Seriously, if you take anything away from what I’m writing, it is this: do not buy steroids online.
Instead, I looked for a local source. I didn’t approach any of the guys at the gym who most certainly were juicing. What I did was to put all of my cards on the table and do a simple Craigslist search for someone nearby who was selling steroids. I did a search for “Test,” and there were a small number of results. I emailed one of them privately, and he responded within a day.
He was approachable, and informative, and interesting. But I never trusted him. I’m not a stupid man. (I do recognize the hypocrisy in that statement.) And I knew that talking to him, meeting him, buying steroids from him could easily lead to a number of issues: 1) he’s a cop, 2) he’s selling fake stuff, 3) I could die.
I could die.
This is the statement that illustrates just how far we will go for vanity.
I want to pretend that I pursued the purchase of steroids to make my tendons and ligaments heal faster; to make my joints feel younger; to help burn the excess body fat that comes natural with being 44.
That is not entirely true, at all.
While all of those aforementioned things are certainly a benefit, I simply want to look good.
So I bought them.
I met him, first, before buying them. He was nice and informative and conveyed a care for me (and his “clients”), but, again, I’m not stupid. I was worried, and skeptical, and downright scared.
We parted ways and I researched him and his background; I researched the small, automotive business that he owned. I went to the Secretary of State to research is articles of incorporation. I drove by the front of his business to make sure it existed. I searched in other states for his name, cross referencing with any police force. Everything checked out. But, again, I’m not stupid. Of course, the authorities, if they so desired, could set up a shell business, give fake credentials, and set me (or any other fellow) up for a takedown.
Then my dealer arrived.
Within minutes the deal was done and I was on my way home. I purchased Testosterone, Deca, and Equipoise (and on a lesser note, needles). We made the exchange in the most stereotypical way: in a parking lot with cash, and the goods put into the trunk of my car.
I drove away sweating and worried and checking out every car in the parking lot and that drove within a 10 square meter radius of me. I should mention here that I arrived a half hour early, and scanned the parking lot for undercover squad cars, as well as, eye-balled every person nearby as a potential cop. Talk about paranoia, I was the poster-boy. There were four young and well-built men that I thought for sure were cops. The older man sitting next to me reading a Kindle smelled of pig. Good god, was I paranoid.
As bad luck would have it, as I drove away, a squad car got directly behind me and followed my for about seven miles. I won’t write anything more about that, because my hunch is that the reader knows a bit about how I felt.
Nonetheless, the squad car finally passed me, and I made it home to do my first “pin.”
I was nervous but followed my dealer’s advice. I set up all three shots, cleaned the needles, the bottles, and my backside. Pulling the juice was a slow process as well as when I injected it. The injection, to my surprise, didn't hurt. Not only did it not hurt, not even a little bit, I couldn’t feel the needle as it went in to my muscle.
Today, I am two days into my first injection. I can’t honestly say that I feel anything. My first worry was that it would be bad and toxic juice, but I’m not dead (obviously), and I certainly don’t feel sick or negative in any way. So, I’ve come to the obvious conclusion that I wasn’t sold anything lethal. Now, the question remains as to whether or not I’ve actually bought Testosterone, Deca, and Equipoise.
I’m adhering as best I can to a clean diet, and am continuing my focus on a strict workout plan. I’m strong, I’ve been strong, and I have no doubt that I will continue to be strong. The question now lingers as to whether or not the “steroids” I’m injecting are real, and if my strength will go beyond what is considered a stasis or a norm for me. I’m 6’ 2” and 217 pounds at the onset of this 20-week cycle. My body fat is reasonable: I’m not beach-cut but am not beach-shamed. I bench 245 for a few reps, and with my focus on endurance, can bench 185 20 times, 155 30 times, and 135 a bit north of 40 times on a good day. I write that only to let the reader know that I’m not new to the gym and I have a really good foundation with respect to beginning a first steroid cycle; in that, I’m not a fellow trying to become something big and strong because I’m already big and strong. I just want to simply do those things that I’ve outlined earlier in this writing.
My hope is that I have legitimate steroids and that my workout routine, focus on diet, and the use of anabolics will give me what I want: an approximate one for one drop in fat with gain in muscle, along with a corollary improvement in strength and pure muscle mass gain.
We’ll see.
The next thing I will write about are my worries: liver damage, gyno, and…that’s about it.
Sorry to be blunt, but I don’t care too much about infertility, acne, and rage.
Here’s why.
As I mentioned earlier, I’m 44. What I didn’t mention is that I have three (wonderful and beautiful and amazing) children. After the birth of the third, I had a vasectomy, so fertility is not an issue. I don’t want more kids. Period.
Next, acne is not an issue, because, let’s face it, the pharmaceutical industry is darn good; in that, there are a number of over the counter and prescribed medications that make acne a non-issue. (Where was that stuff in the 80’s when I really needed it?)
And when it comes to “roid-rage,” that stuff is just a flat-out politicized, after-school special myth. (Thanks Ben Affleck for doing work to simply take a check.)
So that comes to my real worries: Liver damage and gyno.
When it comes to liver damage, the truth is that it is a roll of the die. Injectables are the way to go, as orals are the primary bad guy with respect to liver damage (hepotoxicity). I’m only doing intramuscular (IM) pins (injections), so I hope that I’m minimizing any real issues to my organs. Full disclosure here: I really like to drink alcohol, so I am overly sensitive to liver related matters and am trying to bring to nothing or nearly nothing the amount of alcohol I will drink during my 20-week cycle.
That leaves us with gyno: will I get it or not? Truthfully, time will tell. I plan to (I have not yet) to tell my personal doctor what I am doing with steroids in order to do current, during, and post-blood work. I also plan to ask her for post cycle therapy (PCT) drugs, such as Nolvadex or Clomid.
So, there you have it: the first week of my first cycle. I hope I have legitimate stuff, and I hope to achieve what I’ve outlined.
Lastly, I’m writing this for two reasons: 1) to have an outlet and a forum for something new and serious in my life where I can discuss openly all of those things that matter to me with respect to taking my first cycle of steroids, and 2) to create dialogue with those who have contemplated the same that I have but have not yet embarked on their first cycle (or, are in their first cycle), so that we may have open and honest dialogue about fears, concerns, experiences, and the realities of acquiring, and using steroids.