OK, let's say we lower the bar to age 65. There must be loads of you youngsters in here that wish to share the the joys and pain of high level competetive training.....right?
Well, I shall start anyway. "Growing legs after age 70/er, 65". This has been a constant struggle for me ever since I first stepped on stage in 1983 and learned later that my 5th placement in the Mr. L.A. was due to my poor leg development not matching my passable upper body. Only once did I ever get my legs up to par.
After one year of heavy gear and mind boggling heavy squatting I did pull it together and won a nice Regional show title. The experience was physically and emotionaly exhausting and took my some time to recover. I never tried that again. Anyway, the facia in my legs CAN be stretched and gorged with muscle afterall.
Question is how do I do that now 25 years later, 3 Meniscus knee surgeries later and just 2 years after breaking 3 bones in my leg in my late 60s? And then, lets add in that it has been 12 years since I last dieted for a show. Dropping 30 pounds of fat and gaining 10 pounds of muscle in the past 6 months has been a trip in itself indeed. I opened my savings account and have at hand every quality amino acid, herbal, suppliment and vitamin available. By the bucket. I have very expensive pee.
I am on a modified Keto with 300 grams protein per day. Legs are done twicew a week. Squat day is an hour of squating in the power rack incl. using bands and chains. In the squat department I am not that impressive poundage wise but I do get lots of sets and reps. Then there is my 1 1/2 hour misc. leg day 3 days later. Featured is high rep 45 degree leg press. This past Sunday these Gweneth Paltrow legs hauled up 12 plates for 25 deep reps on the last set.
I throw in dead lifts, stiff leggeds, some Sumos, extentions, and calf work on this day. Does this hurt more at my age than at lets say 35? HELL YES. But, look at the alternative. A bent over wrinklepuss with a beer belly, wheezing and caught in the dark fog of time happens to not be my choice. I'd rather lie in bed at night with sore joints and muscles yelling at me and then having my old bride rub her hand over my 6 pack in amazement.