But “rest” meant walking on the beach, visualizing the next day’s workout. He’d flex in hotel mirrors during off-season tours, checking for imbalance. If his left lat lagged, he added two extra sets of one-arm pulldowns. No drama. Just data.
Then dumbbell flyes on a flat bench. Arms slightly bent, elbows tracking a wide arc. He imagined hugging a giant redwood. Ten reps. Pause. Ten more. His chest turned pink with blood. frank zane routine
Pull-ups first. Wide overhand grip. He used no straps—forearms had to earn their keep. Four sets to failure, which was usually ten or eleven reps. Then T-bar rows, chest supported on a pad, pulling into his navel. “Squeeze the shoulder blades together,” he’d mutter. “Now hold it—one, two.” But “rest” meant walking on the beach, visualizing