Strong enthusiasm.
Get on lots of drugs and eat lots of food. There is a 99.9% chance you fail at qualifying for the O.
I tend not to judge others’ goals, but the reality is you are setting yourself up for failure. Don’t get me wrong, you can get your bodyweight up to 300 lbs, but the bottom line is that is a self destructive path considering the odds of any payoff/reward for that “effort” is very low.
This is interesting though- perhaps this was the mentality that prevailed among the guys who shifted bodybuilding away from the male “ideal” to what can only be described as a “freak show”- I don’t necessarily meant that derogatorily, but when the winner of a pro BB-ing contest (like the O) is more often than not the one with the “freakiest” combo of “freaky size” + “freaky leanness/dryness”, the description is apt.
As a result, and true to basic psychology, people chased after what was rewarded and the rush to get as big as possible and as “lean” (read-dehydrated) as possible. People may die in the process (Mohamed bin Aziz, for example), but hey, them’s the shakes. The price of being “the best”.
I only say this because I’ve been around here a little while and like Austin Bicep. Tons of great info. The problem is that there comes a point where it’s just not enough to lift weights, look good and have a recognized username on a large weightlifting internet site forum.
We realize that that our quest for identity, uniqueness, distinction, separation from the masses, etc. that possibly helped drive us towards this activity in the first place hasn’t given us a truly unique identity after all. It turns out you just switched groups, and your are as undistinguished in your new group of fellow lifters as you were in your prior group of unwashed, non-lifting masses. Right back where you started.
As it turns out, most of the non-lifters still aren’t impressed and don’t care about you or your ability to push a weighted bar off your chest, and other lifters may see you as a comrade, but alas there is always someone bigger, stronger and/or leaner out there.
So, you continue to eat, lift, shit, buy supplements, possibly inject a dizzying aray of chemicals into your body in precise amounts, precise combinations, followed by other substances that attempt to mitigate the affects of the ones you just did, etc. ad infinitum.
You also post heavily on an internet message board with plenty of dick-waving and faux machismo, jealously guarding your chosen path and quick to smite anyone who posts something counter to what you believe.
You’ve become a “true believer”, and are fully devoted to your chosen path.
But what’s next? You reach a wall. You either decide to sacrifice your body and life for your God (bodybuilding perfection and “immortality” by reaching the top of the mountain), in the process spending the best years of your life adding mass beyond what is natural or even appealing, in the process alienating yourself further from society, friends and stymying, to a degree, what you can do and accomplish in other areas of your life.
After all, this is an all-consuming endeavour and you have limited financial, time, and other resources at your disposal. Make no mistake though, just like any cult, you are convinced that the world is wrong and you are right-- you have found “true knowledge” and are going to give everything for it.
Or, you do what other semi-well known posters on here have done. You realize that you are getting older, size-at-all-costs is a losing proposition, and that no one is nearly as impressed with the new 20 lbs of gains (12 of which is muscle) you achieved during your most recent “bulk phase” as they should be.
You look a bit bigger, your clothes don’t fit as well, etc. Now you just have to diet. This isn’t necesarily his particular experience (or anyone’s), just an example.
Anyways, you finally turn 30 and say “fuck it”, I just want to be in great shape and enjoy life. My body will ultimately break down and will achieve equilibrium, and I can either participate in that process by lifting and eating right, or fight it tooth and nail in a vain attempt to delay the inevitable and maintain “largeness” forever. Ahhhh, the fountain of youth.
So, some ultimately do an about-face and doesn’t see the point of being as large as possible. Sure, it’s good to be muscular and strong, but there is a point beyond which the risk/investment pales in comparison to any reward.
I’m not sure why I wrote this. I guess turning 30 and being on here for a while has made me reflective. I’m sure I will get flamed, but I’d also be interested to see those people right now and to see them again in 10 years. I suppose reading about someone who is younger than me declare they are going to gain 60+ lbs and compete at the O in a semi-public forum just concerns me.
The only question I would ask Austin is “why? why do you want to do that? what will that do for you and what if you fail?” I think it’s great to have lofty goals, but when you look at what it takes, and the fact that I know of NO ONE who envies the lives of those who compete at the O (much less the lower ranks)…and this is coming from strong guys who lift.
Anways, good luck.