Guns And Moses…

For The Love Of Guns, And The Loathing Of Shackles

My relationship with bodybuilding is over 35 years old.  It was the mid-1970s, I was in my teens and big time competitive bodybuilding was in its prime.  Men like Frank Zane, Roby Robinson, Franco Columbu, Dave Draper, and Mike Katz captured my attention like fishing lures.  These were educated, avant-garde men who were as accomplished outside the gym as they were within it.  I thought that following them would lead me into the promised land, but I ended up in shackles for nearly a decade.

Bodybuilding at its highest level would soon begin to fade into the embarrassing elderly state it now displays.  What once seemed like a noble pursuit became increasing awkward, and clumsy to think about, let alone discuss with anyone outside the gym.

As competitive bodybuilding grew in one direction, I grew in another.  By early adulthood, I recognized that I wanted nothing to do with it – we had developed irreconcilable differences.  Bodybuilding was losing its intelligence, and I was inexplicably gaining some.  Unable to find middle ground, I began wanting a divorce from this stranger I no longer knew.

Of The Term, Bodybuilder

Just hearing or speaking the term, bodybuilder, has caused me to cringe.  I have hated that word.  It conjures images in my mind of modern bodybuilding which I now find embarrassing, and obtuse as a collective.  Big time competitive bodybuilding has outgrown itself, out thought itself, and become well representative of our western lust for excess, extremes, and single-mindedness in all other areas.  The modern bodybuilder’s credo is, go big or go home.  As that go big or go home way of life became more confined to the gym, and applied less to life beyond the workout, the men and women at the top became increasingly trite in my eyes.

Different Levels Of Heck

But there’s more than one kind of bodybuilding.  There are non-competitive bodybuilders; those who do it for very personal reasons, and of course those reasons can vary.  That kind of bodybuilding still seems noble to me.  It is most often pursued as a hobby, much like the running, surfing, or building model airplanes. I actually enjoy attending local level bodybuilding shows; the crowds are always enthusiastic and most of the athlete/artists are purely motivated, and are in it for the joy of training, not the result of competing.

At the end of the day, most people I know can be placed into three categories:

1)      Bodybuilders

2)      Body Acceptors

3)      Body Destroyers

Those terms speak for themselves.  When I think in those terms, the word bodybuilder becomes more appealing to me – I like it.  Given a choice between the three, I reckon this country would be much better off if we were all bodybuilders.  In that context, I’m proud to say I am one.

Two Sides To Every Roy

Even as a noncompetitive personal lifestyle, I can sometimes have mixed feelings on bodybuilding.  Mostly, I find it reinforcing, cleansing, and rewarding – a sustainable lifestyle.  Other times, it has been demanding, and has seemed like a giant waste of my time and efforts.  However, for better or worse, the ideal of bodybuilding has occupied a large share of my essence for most of my life.  Bodybuilding bit me at a young age, and all these years later I can’t tell if that bite was one of affection or one of aggression, but the teeth marks still show, and the venom is still in my blood.

Still In Love; Bodybuilding Light

There would be no official divorce, just an on again/off again relationship involving several trial separations through a couple of decades which lead me to running marathons, racing ocean-going paddleboards, cycling, kayaking, trail running, and even competitive stair climbing to the tops of skyscrapers.  Through these separations from bodybuilding, and despite relationships with other forms of action, I have come to realized I never left the concept of bodybuilding at all.

Through it all; running, paddling, and climbing, the weight room has been there most every day of my life, and the training never drifted too far from the kind of training serious bodybuilding requires.  At some point though, I gave up the idea of lifting big weights for big muscles, with a go big or go home attitude.  But I never let go of that connection that bodybuilding movements foster between the inner and the outer me.   Bodybuilding is the methadone of my existence.

Go Big or Go Home (Small)

Good Things Come In Slow Packages

To lift weights slowly, through a complete range of motion, in a quiet room, with absolute concentration on the muscles involved, is a way to connect the mind and body on a level that yoga and Pilates, would envy.  Though I use lighter weights these days, the term “lighter” is not to suggest that it’s easy.  I can make a lighter weight a whole lot heavier by slowing it down and applying a high level of concentration to it.  In my gym, in those moments when the eccentric phase of an exercise seamlessly transitions back to the concentric, the world outside the repetition seems far away from me as the most distant galaxies, and I am proud to be a bodybuilder.  In those moments, I am at my absolute happiest, and feel as blessed as a baby in a manger.  Be well.  rc

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Please check back in two weeks for to see what happens when I push the “stop” button on the blender in my head.  Oh, and there is this from the legendary Dale Watson, enjoy…

Love, Hate, And Bodybuilding: The Gemini Within…

A tease for my upcoming essay on my love/hate relationship with the ideal of bodybuilding.  Please check back this weekend for the completed essay.

In the mean time, here is an excerpt:

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Of The Term, Bodybuilder

Just hearing or speaking the term, bodybuilder, causes me to cringe.  I hate that word.  It’s a word which immediately conjures images in my mind of modern bodybuilding which, as an ideal, I find relentlessly embarrassing, and increasingly obtuse as a collective.  Big time competitive bodybuilding has outgrown itself, out-thought itself, and become well representative of our western lust for excess, extremes, and single-mindedness in all other areas.  The modern bodybuilder’s credo, “go big or go home”, should be printed on the backs of all U.S. currency – it is our national identity, and competitive bodybuilding has been just another Petri dish for that ideal to take form in.  Once though, big time bodybuilding, in that go big or go home kind of way, was my primary reason for being.

But there’s more than one kind of bodybuilding…

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Please check back this weekend for the finished product.  Oh, and there is this from Hothouse Flowers front man, Liam Ó Maonlaí.  Enjoy…