Lifting the iron might not be easy, but it’s quite simple
What would life be like without the gym, the workouts, the weights? Curiously, I’ve never confronted that question.
We may never arrive at the destination we sought, but we’ve arrived where we are, and that’s good. Sing-song quad sets work when the gym and training seem like hell. I got me a halo made outta tempered steel.
Almost unanimously, the final entry, getting back to the gym, was selected as numero uno, the most excruciating bodybuilding dilemma of them all.
You mock, but weirdness sometimes pays off. The diversion is effective and eases stiffness, soothes aches, accelerates healing, stretches, oxygenates, encourages, pacifies and, last but not least, wards off evil spirits. And it’s free.
Good day, sunshine. Hello, Southern California, 1963.
I wasn’t the star type nor a muscleman groupie. Thus, I didn’t submerge myself in the developing bodybuilding world of the ’70s. I performed my delicious muscle building out of sight of crowd and crowd-pleasers.
It’s not the workouts as much as our relationships with them. We strangely and regularly encounter an invisible pull or magnetic tug, a cosmic force or soulful union compelling us to surrender our being to the touch of iron.
Sounds like you have a problem with structure, most likely genetic, so little can be done to alter it. I’d be doing the popular basics for shoulder and back advancement.
Though we press toward the goal before us, it’s reassuring to know that we need not train mercilessly, that there are no records to set at every workout and that there is no hurry.
People just don’t get it: bodyfat up, muscle tone down; disease up, health down; lethargy up, vigor down—just another dysfunctional roller-coaster ride at the less-than-amusing amusement park called life.
Don’t eat grease and sugar, and don’t stuff yourself. Train sensibly and regularly. Stay warm and dry.
Reviewing the selection makes you want to race to the gym and grab a set of dumbbells before they’re gone.
Decreasing muscle response and increasing skin elasticity also take their toll, we’re told, so look for other benefits. Don’t expect to make gains. Give it up. Settle for maintenance.
That’s all it takes to jump-start a winged machine. Once she’s sputtering, she’ll pick up speed and catch some air, and flight is as real and miraculous as the stars in the sky.
There are times when a slow training session with precise and deliberate movement is preferred. It matches power and energy, accommodates the mood and is most effective for muscle development.
I can’t resist mocking myself, my tarnished conversations and the fact that I’m 66 and nibble at the edges of cracker-size workouts. I wonder how long this will go on, like I’m gonna get better; like I’m in a short recovery period and with a few nights’ sleep, some soup and a couple of aspirin, I’ll be my old self again—younger and stronger—and charging around the gym, a bull in a china shop.
I remember when I had 20-inch arms and gas was 19.9 cents a gallon. Those were the days.
Folks without goals are aimless and lost.
Training must become a habit, a passionate habit.
Growing up and growing old isn?t for wimps