Where I am in Australia you can only compete in Masters OL if you are affiliated with one of three Sydney clubs. As I don’t need to train in the club, and they are 40mins to
1 1/5hrs from home, I just need the affiliation please, don’t need to train.
First place could not understand I know how to lift ( I watch Carl …hey how hard can it be ? I lift the same, except I lift little versions of Carls weights - he has been very good for keeping my rampaging ego in check) but wanted to charge me $800 for the affialition.
Okay that could have gone better, onto the next one, yeah sure, but again could not understand how I could know how to lift and thought I should come down and discuss membership at $60 per week.
Final one was Burwood Police Boys Club. Had not been there for 36 year, and yep it was still the same (obviously buildings dedicated to saving our youth from indolence can by pass the building codes). It is a small room, 5 platforms, all in use with a power rack and hyper bench both looking unused for a long time, no aircon, and probably four squat racks, the portable type, oh and a couple of small dumbells.
I stood there talking to the coach ( I had talked my way in when I told the story how in 1972 me and the other kids in that very gym, tore up the old wood floor so cement could be laid, we broke every axe and sledge hammer, and used empty training bars to smash the boards and saws, and crow bars to leaver off the planks)
Now I saw something I never had experieced before looks of total disinterest and in one case disdain, from the guys lifting.
I saw 155kg power clean & jerk by a guy probably 84 class, , and a 19 year old 76kg kid do a nice 140kg C & J, I realised that little had changed in 36 years. This little hole in the wall is one of two genuine elete weightlifting gyms in Australia, and two of the guys and one woman there were on their way to the worlds.
Just like 1971 when I first walked in I was the small frog in the pool, all over again.
When I went home my dear wife asked if I wanted some ice cream after dinner, or maybe some cookies, and was surprised when I said no ( I’m a thrower not a bber, and ice cream and cookies are allowed, even welcomed at times). She asked “if I was okay”, and I told her it was time I got serious again, that I would get their respect or blow a knee trying.
Have not trained around better lifters in 35 years, hope the old body holds up, looking forward to it.