Thursday, 20 February 2014

EDGE OF A CLIFF

EDGE OF A CLIFF
Friday Evening, Midsummer, 1994, Seattle 

“I once loved the sport of bodybuilding.  In a strange way I still did.  It frustrated me and at times I hated it, but for sixteen years I tried to balance love, frustration and hatred while watching both the sport and myself change.  Convincing myself that I’d outgrown this obsession was impossible.  One simple truth held us together: bodybuilding had saved my life.  It was a guardian angel who found me at seventeen hazarding seas of inner struggle without a compass. 
 
I had the luxury of distance, remembering those struggles that had led me to want to be big and strong, but I couldn’t run from the truth of what had happened along the way. My frustration may have grown into hatred, but the love came first. It began simply. I found authentic purpose the moment my hands wrapped around a cold iron bar. All else fell away and my spirit knew it could do anything. I built my American dream one repetition at a time. That much could never be taken away.”
Excepted from: GORILLA SUIT by Bob Paris © (St. Martin’s Press, 1997, all rights reserved, ISBN 0-312-16855-1)


Photo by Art Zeller, 1989 (copyright © Bob Paris, all rights reserved)