Aging well and competing
I try to stay physically strong and stay bulked up and don’t push the heavy weights any more. When I turn 60 in a few months I am going to try and begin preparing myself for a masters bodybuilding contest locally.
We Norsemen have got to stick together. You sound good, hardy and healthy.
You’ll probably say, “Who asked ya?” — but why ruin a good thing by amping up to enter a physique contest? I have a theory that training for a contest perverts (tough word) the purpose of training and drags an ironhead away from the iron rather than toward it. Train for you and the joy of training, not for them so much.
Good motivation comes from here, there and everywhere, but mostly from you and yourself. Contest training might add pepper where salt is more flavorful. Drive is good, driven is not so good. Save your skin (joints, tendons, shoulders, heart, temperament) for tough (tough’s a good word) workouts that go on and on cheerfully.
There’s a level of criticism we need not bear, a level that interrupts and weighs heavy upon us, when we sit in judgment of ourselves hoisting the weights from good to better. And then there’s the diet and skin tone and the unacceptable pinch of flesh around the belly: the shaving and color and oil and music and posing and the stage… Oh, my!
I’m just saying… and what about the wife and grandkids? Never met a pre-contest bodybuilder who wasn’t a bit of a mess.
So, welcome to IronOnline and davedraper.com. Laree will castigate me for sending you this note: Mind your own business, she’ll say, and rightly so. I’ll tell her you’re a Norseman and will laugh heartily.
We press on, by God… Dave

