The Dumbbell Way to Strength and Muscles - Jake Hitchens

 

I have a new job.

Bob Hoffman put me in charge of selling York barbells and dumbbells through the stores. This necessitates a new mode of living for me, as I will be away a lot. For 10 years now I have been an enthusiastic user of weights, built my body from 150 pounds to 238 at the present. 

I managed to keep training with weights while I was the physical instructor for the Pennsylvania state police at Hershey, Pa. I found a way to keep training while I was in the Merchant Marine during the war. I trained in my room while I was away at college, but this new work presented training problems for me. 

At times I will be in a city where I can visit a public gym, but some of these gyms charge two dollars a workout, and that won't fit my budget. So most of the time I will train in my room at the hotel. 

I had a long talk, in fact several long talks with Bob Hoffman (were any of his ever short) about the work I am to do. He told me how he hauled a 105-pound barbell everywhere he went years ago and took it into the hotel rooms where he trained with it. This would not do for me, as I will be riding trains frequently. For a brief interval in Bob's life he took a position as manager of a tire store. Entering into this job with great enthusiasm, he soon had his store leading all the rest. He was appointed supervisor of 16 tire stores. He told me that he carried a tire with him wherever he went. People saw the tire, asked him about it, and he made sales. (Nowadays he would have simply been tased and committed involuntarily). 

At this rate and at a point none too distant in time's illusory linear progression, we human species-types might wind up being nothing but a receptacle for memories . . . distorted, marred, silly-putty stretched out beyond anything resembling truth; data conduits no longer connected to anything resembling a One . . . resembling nothing and rotting in an entertainment stasis based around this civilization's obsession with what can be created via light and shadows; words on white paper, moving filmic illusions, painting, the lie of needing meaning, meat and potatoes with the odd rasher of bacon. 

Put simply, we're bullshit with a pile of lies on the side. 

But hell, I'm lovin' it until i don't.

And wish nothing less for you.  

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So I decided to carry a pair of the new 35-pound Aristocrat dumbbells with me everywhere I go . . . 

and before long . . . I was . . . shudder . . . 

To Be Continued   

Enjoy Your Lifting!