Bob Michaluk
This is a “coming of age” story that only guys will appreciate since it has to do with turning 16, testosterone, and pumping iron. I have stories for you girls but they are only tear jerker’s. I was watching American Ninja Warrior the other night and noticed something they apparently did not notice as contestant after contestant failed.
Go back to 1961 and a group of guys from Thurston are going to a health club on five mile that is offering free weight room for three months. Teenage logic saw no problem with that pitch until the bait and switch occurred. Dejected but still arrogant we went next door to a coffee shop, which in those day was really a restaurant that was not happy about patrons to only order coffee. As we recouped our misadventure and bragged anyway about how our exploits would be missed by the health club since we were all in our prim physical conditions and excellent specimens (of course before the discovery of “Abs”)
What happened next I think is more about a fellow traveler who had heard just about enough of useless bragging teenagers. Suddenly the non descript gentleman appeared at the entrance to our booth. He made a declaration to all of us.
“Hot shot kids well I manage that ‘worthless health club next door” and I challenge you all to a contest of physical strength where you can prove to everyone your claims and if any one of you wins I’ll give him that three months of access to the weight room for free.”
“And if we loose? The pessimist of the group (and a future accountant) asks.
“If you loose you have to buy me a cup of coffee each day for the rest of the week. The waitress will take your money.” A man in control.
The challenge was to hang from a parallel bar for three minutes and no touching the ground otherwise you could do whatever worked.
As you consider what suckers we were, consider that even twenty years later the teenage population still gets sucked into that physical prowess thing of male teenagers. I had told my daughters this story and one day I came home from work to find three of her male teenage friends hanging from our gutters. I just smiled as I walked pass not saying a word (which I later learned they thought was really cool).
Of course we all took the bet and all lost. I only know of one success, Roger Hamilton. No matter how strong you are after three minutes the blood has left your fingers and they just open on their own. Roger was a cross country athlete and his heart and arteries were better at keeping the blood in his fingers. The American Ninja Warriors all dropped from holding their hands up too high to long, it takes one of us old guys to notice.
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