This article is by Fred Ashford, aka Sandbox from the Muscle and Brawn forum.
Trending opinions come and go in our society – powerlifting included. This summer I read several columns, blogs and articles feeding a current powerlifting opinion: that powerlifting is physically debilitating and left unchecked creates havoc in one’s personal life. I’m taking exception to this line of thinking. And, I believe I have a solid point of reference. I’ve competed for 30 years in the sport and last year my raw bench and deadlift ranked #1 in the SHWs M2s (over 50).
America is the land of the free. My grandfather, father, uncles, son and nephew – along with yours – have fought to ensure this. As free Americans we love to recreate. It is in a sense ‘what we do’. We can’t wait for the weekends. We fill our free time with fishing, sailing, surfing, volleyball (can you tell I live in Southern California), bike riding, running, softball, basketball, mixed martial arts, racquetball, flag football….phew… I can literally go on and on. We thoroughly enjoy doing ‘stuff’. And some of us take our recreating very seriously.
There are several organizations in any U.S. city supporting competitive leagues centered around recreation activities. On any given weekend you can find adult (and aging adult) men and women competing – seriously – in softball, football, basketball, triathlons, mini-triathlons, 5ks, CrossFit, bodybuilding, MMA, swimming – and I just named those that come to the top of my head.
Now a few of you may already be discounting these as simply ‘activities’ and not genuine competitive sports. I would challenge you to have a conversation with a middle-aged man who happens to be a member of a tournament softball team. If you are not familiar with the concept, these are traveling teams comprised of members of different teams in their city leagues, but they come together on the weekends, rent a van or caravan themselves….as a team…to large tournaments in other cities. These guys spend their money to travel, stay in hotels, tournament entry fees, food, and the obligatory beers that come with that oh so special sub-culture. When it comes time to take the field, they play their asses off to win. And what do they win after all that practice, travel, money spent – a trophy and bragging rights. Hmmm- sound familiar?
I can apply this same attitude – the ‘to be the best you have to beat the best’ – to adult league basketball, flag football, MMA, triathlons, 5ks, tennis, well, just about everything we love to do. And the age usually ranges from mid-twenties to early sixties. Americans love to test themselves against others at any age. And it’s during these competitions that these competitive athletes find themselves at the wrong end of a sports injury.
I have a very eclectic set of friends. I have befriended competitors in tennis, basketball, triathlons, and MMA. My basketball friend, Mike, is a 48-year-old forward. He played college ball at Mesa College in Grand Junction, CO. Now he competes in a city league and a church league. He plays 8 months out of any given year. Mike has been under the knife more than a few times: torn Achilles, meniscus and ACL. He has broken his wrist. He totally blew every tendon and ligament in his ankles…yes ankles…and he still plays. Janis is my triathlon friend. She’s 42. She has dislocated her shoulder – four times. She has broken her heel (didn’t know that was possible), torn her meniscus, broke her nose, and was hospitalized for three days after extreme dehydration. Bill, at 41, is my MMA acquaintance. He has experienced the following injuries while competing: broken nose, fractured eye socket, broken clavicle, dislocated shoulder and elbows, another torn meniscus, broken jaw and two cauliflower ears.
In my thirty years of powerlifting I have experienced two significant injuries requiring surgery. I ruptured my left quadriceps tendon at the bottom of a 525 lb squat while training for a meet, and, I have detached my right distal biceps tendon while attempting a 700 lb pull on my last attempt of my last meet. I don’t want to discount those injuries. They were serious and significant. The quad tendon was one of the darkest moments of my life. I was ‘down’ for three months and I had to learn how to walk again. But three years later I could attempt a 700 lb deadlift. I’m training for my next meet the middle of November. All is well. If I stopped lifting seriously for two to three weeks – which I do annually – I literally feel no pain – anywhere. The only signs that I’m a powerlifter is the 300 lbs I carry around on my frame. I’m a healthy, agile fat man.
Remember my basketball friend – Mike? He has a discernible limp because he cannot support all his weight on one leg. Janis’ gait is so messed up she walks slightly bowlegged like a lady in her seventies. And Bill, my MMA buddy, sure does look the part. He cannot straighten his right arm. His nose points permanently toward the east, and his ears give him away at any social function.
Like I mentioned earlier, I’ve been in this sport for 30 years. I know a lot of lifters and a lot of retired lifters. Guys who still train but don’t compete. They’ve curbed their diet, lost weight, gained definition, and enjoy being fit and helping younger lifters. They are far from middle-aged, single, nearly destitute men dependent on pain killers to get through the day as some of the opinionated gurus would have you believe.
As Jim Morrison so eloquently put it “none of us get out alive”. But when I compare the toll other sports put on your body – us powerlifters are looking pretty good as we rage against that good night.