Old Guys Rule…
One of the things which attracted me to recreational bodybuilding in my teens was that it is an old man’s endeavor. I realized early that playing football, baseball, and wrestling had their limits and, that young men peaked out with both function and opportunity by the time they reach their late teens or early 20s. Early on though, I saw evidence of quality physiques being maintained by men who lifted weights well into their 60s, 70s, and even into their 80s. For a kid who hated letting go of anything good, bodybuilding appeared to be a sustainable long-term outlet.
I also realized early that older bodybuilders, despite having quality physiques, can often look weathered, flat, and 2-dimensional. That is, they can have muscle and be lean, but those physiques didn’t appear youthful nor supple. Just the same, the idea of looking and functioning well at an older age appealed to me.
Bodybuilding is a seasonal endeavor. Even at the recreational level, few people stay in top shape year round. Maintaining a quality physique in the long-term, is a cyclical way of life. It’s like rotating crops and soil so they bear better fruit, longer. To go the distance in bodybuilding, it’s important to relax the diet at times, as well as to back off on the workouts.
Bodybuilding shape, as I define it to myself, means maintaining the most possible muscle, with the least possible amount of body fat. For me this is the 9-12% range.
I hadn’t been that lean in nearly a decade, so in my early 50s I dieted to down to get into bodybuilding shape once again. This was around 2012-2013. As I went through this process, I was surprised with how young my physique still appeared. I was 51 and looking 40ish. I kept this condition for roughly 9 months before I decided to relax the cycle a bit.
As my priorities changed during this period, I let my body fat climb up to roughly 15-16% where it is now, but have maintained a fairly rigorous, but not all-out, weight room schedule. My daily running or hill climbing happens no matter what. I don’t look spectacular by bodybuilding standards, but by middle aged man standards, I’m ahead of the game.
Every Ointment Needs A Fly…
More recently, I have gathered my life to be in an order it has not seen in a decade. I am once again living the life I designed, and it’s pretty damn good. I live in a nice home. I maintain a healthy business. I’m spending quality time with my mother and my friends. So, with everything in my life going that well, why not screw it up by getting in bodybuilding shape once again…?
With no clear objective in sight, other than to just kick the tires and see what might still be under the hood, I have intensified my strength training, and begun to streamline my eating. Not with the intentions of competing in bodybuilding, but just to see where I’m at. I’m roughly 4 weeks into this process.
I’m no longer a mirror guy. That is, I can walk past them without turning my head, but I did take a peak today – just for a moment. As I honed in on my self-honing, I saw a man I knew would eventually be looking back at me; older bodybuilding guy.
I’m pleased with my conditioning so far, though I still have about 6 weeks until I hit that 10-12% body fat mark. However, the shoulders and triceps are not as round as they once were – less full. The quads still have some geometry, but no longer sweep and pop with every step. The V-taper is now more a v-taper, and the calves are just calves, and no longer cattle. I look weathered, flat, and 2-dimensional.
Any Gym In A Storm…
In all of this I’m not the least bit disappointed. I have always known it was inevitable. I no longer produce testosterone the way I did even 5 years ago. I now eat very little animal protein. I push during my strength workouts, but not as much as I once did.
I have long recognized and appreciated that we are designed to age – that our looks as well as our abilities and will lessen in time. My body is now weathered too, only to be weathered a little more with each passing year. My body is not weathered from having passed through massive storms which might have torn it apart. My body is weathered from all the little storms which I willingly step into each day in the form of my workouts; the squalls of vanity and function. Be well… rc
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