Well, it looks like most of the why the hell would anyone want to lift heavy stuff over and over comments have petered out, but in case anyone who's not interested in weightlifting or morally opposed to it is still paying attention to this thread, I'll, umm, weigh in. It would be difficult to explain, without sounding like I was exaggerating or making fun, how recursively and often rediculously intellectual and academic most of my current social context is (just to give you a taste, I just got back from a 12-storey library that stays open till two am, where many people were, like me, reading books at midnight that often relied on words such as "milieu" and "discourse" to make their "points.") My point in mentioning this is to say that I am, after a year of serious weightlifting, unusually aware of how irrelevent physical ability is in most intellectual environments and also of the combined scorn and envy with which it is treated when it does get mentioned. Some famous, old-time curmudgeon, maybe HL Mencken, who knows, said something like "I hate sports with at much passion as someone who loves sports hates common sense." I still think this is funny as hell, and often have reasons to agree with it, but the kind of durrr, excersize is dumb attitude held by otherwise inquisitive and intelligent people is just, well, dumb. So if anyone still paying attention to this thread is thinking "what a waste of time" I have something for you to think about. Forgetting that there are serious, useful, and highly practical reasons to train with weights, if you do anything that is in any way difficult, you can learn lessons from weights that you can avoid in all other aspects of your discipline or profession. Only the truly driven and disciplined will avoid developing habits that let them work around their weaknesses in whatever work they do. If you lift weights seriously and don't cheat, the straightforward, measured, and incontrovertible difficulty of lifting something heavy will show you, I guarantee, things you didn't know about yourself in how you learn, how you grow, and how you deal with difficulty. If you never lift anything heavier than a pencil again, your time in the gym will have been worth it. --nimwuman
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The Inzer Blast Shirt's whole raison d'être was benching. It guaranteed the user an increase of 20 to 35 pounds on his personal best. ...
All shiny red nylon and rigid, it looked harmless enough in Lamar's hands. But from the very beginning, when Lamar and Macon took turns stretching it over my torso in the locker room, we encountered difficulty. It took 5 full minutes to tug and draw the material over my head. I patiently stood with my arms raised to the sky as the boys broke into a sweat just rolling it down my chest and stomach. Macon had to prop his foot against my ass to get enough leverage to pull the constricting fabric down my back.
The tighter it was, the better, they said. It would give me a feeling of security. It would prevent an injury. It would keep my arms in the benching groove. ... It was tight, all right, so tight that the fabric propelled my arms forward. I looked like a sleepwalker as I waddled to take my place on the bench. But this was precisely how the shirt was supposed to work. "Designed to aid and support your bench press throughout the entire range of motion," the shirt's main function was to limit that range of motion. I couldn't eat or bowl or use the toilet wearing the Inzer Blast Shirt, but by God I could bench.
Macon warned me that I might experience a minor degree of discomfort as he lowered the bar to my grasp. Lamar often did on the first set, he said. But I screamed in pain when the bar fell to my chest. I could actually feel my skin tearing underneath my armpits. Lamar was delighted. That proved it. A perfect fit, he said. - Samuel Wilson Fussell, Muscle
posted by Joe Beese at 11:02 AM on February 4