[quote]Trailblazer wrote:
Would you share what that route was and how it was unusual? If not, then it’s cool, ya know?
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It’s a little long. I sometimes wonder if there’s a book in here somewhere, but I’ll try to keep it to the executive summary.
My childhood was a pretty bookish affair. At the same time I always felt that anything athletic was beyond me: I had a bad attitude. In HS I had a friend who turned into a varsity wrestler. Unlike my Karate friend, he delighted to bring his sport into his personal life. He terrorized me sufficiently that I concluded that along with all sports, wrestling in particular was and would remain a kind of polar opposite to my entire way of life. At the same time, evidently, this friend had also planted the seeds of envy.
This pattern of thinking and acting persisted in me for a long time and pretty soon I’m locked into this amazing career in computer science, like totally. My work is what I’m about. Along the way I’m plagued with this psoriasis on the soles of my feet and palms of my hands, and like I am now really sedentary: walking hurts. I’ve gotten pretty well immersed in Bay Area food culture, so at age 48 I weigh 270 and feel like hell.
About that time they made some real advances in treating my disease, I catch a side glance of myself in some windows while walking downtown on a sunny day, and my work moves into this place that is right across from this little tiny friendly community gym. The steady customers in this place are a real family to each other. Alas, it’s gone now, destroyed by the dot-com real estate surge. Years later when I went back there the building still hadn’t been leased. The old signage was still in place. I wept. It was like my life had started over again in that place, and now it was gone.
So I had turned into a body builder at age 48, but at first I guess it is more like draining the marshes. This too was the exact time I discovered testosterone.net. Being a scientist, not being sure about all my trainer was telling me, I went and did my research. That’s how I bumped into this place in 1998, not long after it first started.
Then my career brings me to Portland, OR and about this time I am starting to actually control my diet for the final plunge down to 10%. I make it and stay there for all of about five days. What I find is that about 5% of that last 10% looks really awful on me, down there at the bottom of my abdomen, though the rest of me looks pretty lean. After a while the firm I’m working for goes under. It is hard to find work, I’ve got time on my hands and there’s money in the bank.
I figure it’s time to get really physical. So I start doing hypertrophy, like I mean I’m hitting the gym twice a day and I’m eating and sleeping for it too. I have nothing else to do with myself, really. And after about twelve or fourteen weeks of this of course I am farther from 10% than ever, and I’m really getting disgusted with the process.
The mandatory over-eating is blowing my mind, I’m finding it really repulsive. I’m putting heart and soul into the workout, but what am I getting back? I’ve added more muscle than fat, but at the end of the day I am not in that good shape. My aerobic is nothing. I stretch better than most at my age, but I’m not really flexible enough to do much on a mat.
But I’m not ready to quit working on my physical side. The lightbulb comes on: let’s try being an actual athlete with an actual sport. But what sport? And this little long buried thing blossoms and I find myself looking for anywhere I can go to learn how to wrestle. After all, wrestlers are undeniably in great shape in every important way, and they look it.
Well, if you’re an adult you can’t really find instruction. I missed my best chance back in high school. But Oregon is like bouncing off the walls with Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and MMA, it is all over the place. I find myself comparing the local BJJ shops, looking at their web sites. Wow, one of these MMA places looks really neat, they talk a lot about learning by doing, and there is even some cool information in there about cross-training. Yes, this is the kind of thing I need to be doing. But what’s this Vale Tudo stuff?
So I go to visit the next day, on a Saturday afternoon, it was. The Gym is in this little store front in a not so toney part of town, and they have got an actual ring in there in the front and the back is covered with mats. And there are these guys in the ring and they are wrestling, well that’s what it looked like at the time. Really they are doing BJJ no gi. It looks pretty brutal because one guy is holding the other flat on his back by sticking a knee on his stomach. That part’s not so bad, but the level of exertion is palpable, the guy on the bottom is flopping around like a fish trying to get out from under that knee while people shout advice from the ringside and I’m thinking, what place can a 52 year old fool in bad condition have among such athletes?
Then two guys get into the ring and go at it with gloves on. They were sparring stand-up with no kicks, I know now. If they had actually sparred Vale Tudo I’d probably have fled the building. But they are getting into it pretty heavy and fists are landing and heads are snapping back and the sweat is flying off of scalps. But there is this strange beauty in what they are doing there, a driving rhythm and pulse of fascination like some wild new form of dance, while a voice in the back of my head insists “you could never be so fast.”
It turns out that what I’m looking at is training for instructors so, yeah, the level is up a bit higher than usual.
I mentioned to the guy at the counter that I was a little worried about brain damage, and he said I could just train Jits if I wanted to. But I guess that was a bad thing for him to say, because that night it just started me thinking: “what the hell, two nemeses for the price of one.” Only much later, as I recover from a double concussion, I learn that he is an MD, a research neurologist at OHSU.
And there you have it. The rest of this story is not about me really, but about a place, an (I find) unbelievable place. Going in I figured they’d probably tell me to train elsewhere. It looked like this outfit, which has an international reputation, was just for the elite. But that’s not what happened. No, not at all. And if I had felt reborn back at the Supreme Athletic Club, that was just a foreshadowing of the rebirth awaiting me at the Straight Blast Gym.