Joe Weider (bodybuilder) 10 Predictions, July 1950
1. I predict that civilization will speed up in every phase, and that the stresses and strains on mankind will continue to increase. 2. I predict that the resulting increase in mental and physical illness will force the world to recognize the importance of systematic exercise and physical activities. 3. I predict that bodybuilding will become the chief form of systematic exercise and physical activity, and that it will come to be looked upon as one of the greatest forces in the field of preventative medicine. 4. I predict that a full realization of the importance of muscular development will sweep the world and the sport of bodybuilding will grow by leaps and bounds. 5. I predict that the principles of good bodybuilding - which include a balanced diet, adequate sleep, plenty of fresh air, ample sunshine, and regular workouts - will become basic principles of living. 6. I predict that bodybuilding will become the stepping-stone to every other sport and physical activity. 7. I predict that the art of relaxation, one of the fundamental principles in bodybuilding, will become more and more important as tensions increase, and that relaxation will be universally taught and advocated. 8. I predict that bodybuilding will spread to every corner of the world and that it will one day be recognized as the king of all sports and physical activities. 9. I predict that those who practice bodybuilding will live healthier, happier, and more useful lives. 10. I predict that bodybuilding will one day become one of the greatest forces in existence, and that it may be hailed as the activity that actually saved civilization from itself.
I briefly dated a guy who did CrossFit. It only lasted two or three weeks. I just wanted to talk about anything besides CrossFit. He was so caveman-like, had a completely Paleo diet, and his farts just smelled so bad. I was like, “Why are you farting in front of me?” Every T-shirt he had was a CrossFit T-shirt. He needed everyone to know he did CrossFit. If I’m having sex with someone, I want him to be looking at me, not at himself. It was seriously like dating a caveman with anger issues. He was constantly trying to get people into his cult of CrossFit. He wanted me to do it. He’d say things like, “It’s so hot when girls are big and buff!” And I was like, “No, it’s not.”
L.A. is the CrossFit mecca. Just walking down the street I come across groups of people doing ridiculous things. They’re flipping over tires and grunting with veins popping out of their necks, it’s totally way too intense. It’s just socially unacceptable behavior. The kinds of guys who do CrossFit are just the biggest douchebags—they’re obsessed with themselves. They’re like, “Oh, she’s 130 pounds and I can lift her with my pinkie.” They’re always talking about how many times a week they do it. It’s almost like heroin—once they do it they can’t stop.
I wouldn’t trust anyone who does CrossFit—it seems like they enjoy pain. I think a lot of guys are working out to get girls, but I would never again date a guy who did CrossFit. What if I offended his Paleo diet and he decided to throw me through a wall?
“You don’t run against a bloody stop watch, do you hear? A runner runs against himself, against the best that’s in him. Not against a dead thing of wheels and pulleys. That’s the way to be great, running against yourself.”—Bill Persons (via runnersbliss)
“Dignity is as essential to human life as water, food, and oxygen. The stubborn retention of it, even in the face of extreme physical hardship, can hold a man’s soul in his body long past the point at which the body should have surrendered it.”—Laura Hillenbrand, Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption
Somewhere in the midst of one of the most hellish workouts I’ve ever done, one where every nociceptor in my body was firing in synaptic terror and tears streamed down my face mercifully lost in sheets of choking sweat, it occurred to me that for some time in my life I’ve been confusing pain for longing and love. That’s what I realized, right there in the box surrounded by people pushing themselves to their limits, all underscored by Rick Ross and curious onlookers with faces pressed to the glass eating from tubs of Yogurtland. Ain’t that a bitch? Epiphanies don’t exactly make appointments I guess. Standing there, a mass of exhaustion set ablaze, I wanted to quit. I wanted to drop my barbell and walk the fuck out. I wanted to run from me and never return. Then there was the moment of clarity, like a hand reaching into lead, grabbing me by the flesh of my neck and yanking me from the kind of depths from which you realize, you might never otherwise return. And I got pissed for life. I’d run enough; I’d run from health, I’d run from happiness, I’d run from sanity and I was goddamned fucked if I was going to run from one more thing. So one rep at a time I finished and as I was laying there on the ground wondering what THE FUCK just happened to me, like that, I felt better. There’s shit to work through and process, but I felt better. At peace. Thanks Elizabeth - I’ll always love and hate you, at once.