[quote]Danny John wrote:
I might have come off a little negative about the “Dad Strength” thing, but, you know, you write an article of several pages and people latch on to one term and act like it is the …whatever.
The idea is this: my dad and his buddies never lifted weights but could do freaky strength things…like like the engine out of a car. So, now I am a dad, and my daughter’s male friends are just freaked…not by my sports…but by the fact I tried to kill a man with a sword a few years ago in a fit of rage.
You see, that’s Dad Strength. The ability to run down the street chasing a car with a broadsword in broad daylight vowing to cut the head off of someone.
I noticed that one of the posters wants to improve his vertical jump. Come by. I can chase you with a sword and we can see how fast and high you can move…[/quote]
I feel you and know exactly where you’re coming from on the whole “Dad Strength” thing.
My dad would carry two 100 lb grain sacks, one on each shoulder to the back of the barn (about 100 feet or so) while I struggled with only one.
When he tinkered with his snowmobilehe would pick the fucking font end up, balance the ski’s on his work bench, scoot around to the rear end, pick it up, and slide the thing onto his bench all becuase “bending over to work on this thing is a bitch.”
When I got older and thought I was big enough to handle him in a brawl he’d ball up both his meaty fists and give me a quick double jab to my chest, rendering me without breath and unable to do a thing but listen to him laugh and tell me to calm down.
When it would come time to hook up the plow, disc, manure spreader, hay bailer, or wagon, he’d be next to the equipment lifting it up to the hitch point on the tractor. I’d try to do the same thing and basically blow my nutsack out trying.
There was an attic above the lean-to in the back of our barn where he’d store hay bales. You could access it from the outside with a ladder. This guy would climb the ladder with one hand, carry a hay bale in the other and then snatch/launch the thing into the attic one handed.
Shit like that just left me in awe sometimes. In his farming days he was 5’6 and about 220 bills. Nowadays he’s slowed down a little but the guy can still do some freaky shit that I’d never ever consider and he turns 63 in a couple weeks. I’ve seen plenty other Dad’s do the same type of stuff, especially growing up around farmers, never pounding their chests or strutting like they just did some amazing feat, to them it was just business as usual.
I think that’s what “Dad Strength” is all about.
B.
