My son, 2 1/2 years old, is utterly amazed by how strong I am. I train out of my garage and as soon as he hears the tell-tale sound of the door opening he’s hot on my tail and grabbing his workout toys. The faces he makes when I do a big lift and the cheering he gives me are incredibly motivating. [/quote]
Haha, that’s awesome. My 8 year old is working out with me now. He can do pull ups, push ups, curls and his clean and press is pretty solid. Deadlifts are a ways off though…I swear you could roll him down a hill when he bends over the way his back rounds.
I never thought about workout toys for my 2 year old (didn’t even know they made them). Going to pick some up for his birthday next month.[/quote]
My wife got him hollow plastic kettlebells, barbells and dumbbells from WOD toys. We also have this sand-filled ball, a little bigger than a softball, that weight about 3-5 pounds he loves to pick up, carry, and throw. And the PVC pipe I use for stretching and mobility is what he uses to mimic me when I’m barbell lifting. The other day, while doing back squats, I see him copying me and was really impressed by how well he managed to balance the pipe across his back and do the movement.
Crazy how natural squatting and deadlifting is for little kids. It’s a lot of fun and a healthy bonding activity. I really can’t remember the last time I didn’t have him in the garage with me. Even in the frigid cold or stifling heat, little man will ball his eyes out if I don’t bring him with me.
My son, 2 1/2 years old, is utterly amazed by how strong I am. I train out of my garage and as soon as he hears the tell-tale sound of the door opening he’s hot on my tail and grabbing his workout toys. The faces he makes when I do a big lift and the cheering he gives me are incredibly motivating. [/quote]
Haha, that’s awesome. My 8 year old is working out with me now. He can do pull ups, push ups, curls and his clean and press is pretty solid. Deadlifts are a ways off though…I swear you could roll him down a hill when he bends over the way his back rounds.
I never thought about workout toys for my 2 year old (didn’t even know they made them). Going to pick some up for his birthday next month.[/quote]
My wife got him hollow plastic kettlebells, barbells and dumbbells from WOD toys. We also have this sand-filled ball, a little bigger than a softball, that weight about 3-5 pounds he loves to pick up, carry, and throw. And the PVC pipe I use for stretching and mobility is what he uses to mimic me when I’m barbell lifting. The other day, while doing back squats, I see him copying me and was really impressed by how well he managed to balance the pipe across his back and do the movement.
Crazy how natural squatting and deadlifting is for little kids. It’s a lot of fun and a healthy bonding activity. I really can’t remember the last time I didn’t have him in the garage with me. Even in the frigid cold or stifling heat, little man will ball his eyes out if I don’t bring him with me.[/quote]
Holy shit that makes me so envious. I don’t have an at home gym available but I would love to have my 2.5yr old son watch me. He already mimics everything I do anyway. I’ll have to get the prowler out and have him start play push something else near me.
I don’t lift with my son around because I’m afraid of him darting under the weight when I’m deadlifting or something, but we do a lot of bodyweight stuff together. One day he was rolling around the floor flopping and grunting and groaning, I thought he was sick or hurt. I said “What are you doing? Are you okay?” He says “I’m working out, dad.” I guess that’s what it looks like to him lol
[quote]Melvin Smiley wrote:
I don’t lift with my son around because I’m afraid of him darting under the weight when I’m deadlifting or something, but we do a lot of bodyweight stuff together. One day he was rolling around the floor flopping and grunting and groaning, I thought he was sick or hurt. I said “What are you doing? Are you okay?” He says “I’m working out, dad.” I guess that’s what it looks like to him lol[/quote]
He knows to go on “his side” whenever “daddy is going to go”. He’ll run to the back wall, climb up on top of his little chair, and yell “OK!”. But as a fail-safe I’m always facing him and will lay a few objects in his path to prevent him from wandering too close.
Only a few times that I know of, with a buddy of his that was into Karate. They used to spar and lift some but he never really got into it.
He was a farm boy though and worked in a lumber yard in his twenties and early thirties. Always a bit pudgy he was surprisingly strong and fast. When he played rec league hockey all his friends called him Baby Huey.
Still does. At the age of 67 he was benching 315 for reps. He’s had some back problems so I don’t know if he dead lifts or squats. He does get on the leg press though and leg presses 1300 pounds. He says he would do more but there is nowhere to put the weight.
A section he completed the year I was born. It’s hard to get a panoramic view that shows the extension of the walls as there’s always some bush or tree in the way. My parents own about 5 acres total which is mostly enclosed by the walls. We don’t know the total length, but it’s got to be three or four hundred yards at least. One day I will measure it all. He used no mortor, never used any kind of pulley system or mechanical aid. One side he left deliberately unfinished when he quit cold turkey in 2006.
Rock barn, that took a few years, the walls on the down hill side are 7’+ with some large stone. I was a kid and don’t remember how he did it, but as I’ve said, no pulleys. Whenever I watch those ancient alien’s shows I always want to slap that dude with the crazy hair in the face because my dad set stones that way up to a ton 3-4 feet off the ground without even using technology the fucking ancient Egyptians had. He did that alone on prosthetic legs.
[quote]Uncle Gabby wrote:
Whenever I watch those ancient alien’s shows I always want to slap that dude with the crazy hair in the face because my dad set stones that way up to a ton 3-4 feet off the ground without even using technology the fucking ancient Egyptians had. He did that alone on prosthetic legs.[/quote]
I have read each and everyone of the posts on this thread. As many of you have mentioned, my dad also never lifted. However unlike many/all of you the mother fucker VEHEMENTLY opposed my dedication to lifting.
From the day I touched a barbell as a teenager, I was the recipient of some of the most harsh, mentally deranged , logic defying verbal tirades, accusations, criticisms, delusional stories and just bona fide organic mental illness. It was the expression of my passion for something which he sought to destroy with his sickness. In his presence you would have thought lifting/working out was akin to the world’s greatest sin.
To this day, more than 25 years later, the mother fucker (in his mid-80s) still spews poison in his letters about my life-long pursuit of training. I still fantasize of a slow and brutal death for the mother fucker just as intensely as I did as a teenager. Yet there is no end in sight.
I envy all the posts I read on this thread. Wish I had it that good.
Mine is 58 and owned a gold’s gym in the early 80’s. I have very faint memories of nothing but rows and rows of giant plates and dumb bells.
I’ve heard many stories of a 600 lb squat. My uncle is still very large, and they used to train together, but 30 years later with little training and after a knee reconstruction and blown out shoulder, he is starting over. We are doing 5/3/1 together and I have his dead lift back up to 300 after a couple months and he’s starting to put on some size.
I would kill to go back in time and train in that place. I remember some monsters walking around and Arnold was at the opening. I remember seeing it on tv, but I haven’t been able to find anything online. Maybe in some archive at the local tv stations.
I just wanted to throw some props to my pops who still lifts (63 years old)
He was fairly prominent corporate figure in his day who had a decent gym built in our basement and woke up at like 5 to lift before work.
He wasn’t/isn’t a “monster” (though maybe a little more so now as a lot of people tend to exit lifting at his age) but as a teenager I always had plenty of protein powders/vitamins/muscle mags around our house and him to show me lifts and basic routines to help me along. I am eternally grateful.
Talked to him a few days ago and he was asking me about my lifts
[quote]Mcincinatti wrote:
Wow very interesting thread-Egg that is crazy
I just wanted to throw some props to my pops who still lifts (63 years old)
He was fairly prominent corporate figure in his day who had a decent gym built in our basement and woke up at like 5 to lift before work.
He wasn’t/isn’t a “monster” (though maybe a little more so now as a lot of people tend to exit lifting at his age) but as a teenager I always had plenty of protein powders/vitamins/muscle mags around our house and him to show me lifts and basic routines to help me along. I am eternally grateful.
Talked to him a few days ago and he was asking me about my lifts[/quote]
My dad is 64, he still lifts a little…I wish he would ask me (ever) about my lifts, especially since I just hit 315 on bench this morning.
As soon as I tell him about a recent pr he immediately just says something like “that’s pretty heavy… I’m just doing 135 for a set of 10 these days”…it’s like he barely acknowledges my hard work, it’s all about him, fuck.
[quote]Egg Head wrote:
I have read each and everyone of the posts on this thread. As many of you have mentioned, my dad also never lifted. However unlike many/all of you the mother fucker VEHEMENTLY opposed my dedication to lifting.
From the day I touched a barbell as a teenager, I was the recipient of some of the most harsh, mentally deranged , logic defying verbal tirades, accusations, criticisms, delusional stories and just bona fide organic mental illness. It was the expression of my passion for something which he sought to destroy with his sickness. In his presence you would have thought lifting/working out was akin to the world’s greatest sin.
To this day, more than 25 years later, the mother fucker (in his mid-80s) still spews poison in his letters about my life-long pursuit of training. I still fantasize of a slow and brutal death for the mother fucker just as intensely as I did as a teenager. Yet there is no end in sight.
I envy all the posts I read on this thread. Wish I had it that good.[/quote]
Take a deep breath and let it go man. Life is to short to continue to let you have this much hate.
[quote]Egg Head wrote:
I have read each and everyone of the posts on this thread. As many of you have mentioned, my dad also never lifted. However unlike many/all of you the mother fucker VEHEMENTLY opposed my dedication to lifting.
From the day I touched a barbell as a teenager, I was the recipient of some of the most harsh, mentally deranged , logic defying verbal tirades, accusations, criticisms, delusional stories and just bona fide organic mental illness. It was the expression of my passion for something which he sought to destroy with his sickness. In his presence you would have thought lifting/working out was akin to the world’s greatest sin.
To this day, more than 25 years later, the mother fucker (in his mid-80s) still spews poison in his letters about my life-long pursuit of training. I still fantasize of a slow and brutal death for the mother fucker just as intensely as I did as a teenager. Yet there is no end in sight.
I envy all the posts I read on this thread. Wish I had it that good.[/quote]
Take a deep breath and let it go man. Life is to short to continue to let you have this much hate. [/quote]
Well fortunately he’s far away and I recently started dumping his letters (without reading them) in the trash. This has helped greatly.
