I against I: the Chronology Olympics
Max Effort Bench Press. From pins, with bands.
Repetition Lift: DB Chest Press/Dive Bomber Pushups.
Brutal Recess: Club and Carry Combo. Looks like this:
I against I: The Chronology Olympics
Representing 39 years of Age… Chip Conrad! Age 39, Sacramento, CA, USA!
Representing 9 years of Age… Chip Conrad! Age 9, Honolulu, HI, USA!
And Representing 19 years of age… Chip Conrad! Age 19, Auburn, CA, USA!
They’re younger, kinda dumb and much less cool than I remember, but we all face each other prepared to compete in a multi-sport event. The premise of these games is simple:
Am I stronger now than I was when I was a kid?
If we grow, if we ‘mature’ (stop giggling), if we wise up as we age, shouldn’t we also be more physically capable? The chronological topo map is commonly advertised as a statistical half tear drop, tipped on it’s side like a beached sperm whale, where we’re supposed to be as feeble towards the end as we are delicate in the beginning, and the peak of our abilities is closer towards the ‘in’ door than the ‘out’ door.
Ya buy that?
The Chronological Olympics is worth attending every handful of years, if anything to prove this curve wrong. I pit myself against Me-at-9-years-old, who I know I’ll be my main competition. All too often my ears ring with the cliche of “in high school I benched 400” or “In college I cleaned 400” or “in vocational school I wrestled gators” so I decided to also throw Me-at-19 in the fray to see if I hold onto any ridiculous claims that mean nothing now. My personal relationship with the iron didn’t start with any vigor until I was in my twenties, so Me-at-19 will probably get his ass whipped (as I know Me-at-29 would, really throwing that curve off)… but the point can still be made. If you threw You-at-19 into the challenge and You-at-19 whooped your You-today’s ass, them’s ain’t braggin’ rights. You best ask yourself where you went wrong.
(yeah, ya deadlifted 550 in college…. where’s that kid now?)
Let’s take a look at the contested events…
Cartwheels. How well can the contestants cover 100 feet doing cartwheels? A playful, yet challenging, bodyweight movement that many of us as kids could do, but have we lost that skill?
Squat. Max squat. Simple, yet very biased against the Me-at-9. So what? Okay, fine, we’ll use a relative-to-bodyweight formula.
Handstand. How long? For fairness sake, I’ll let the Me-at-9 do a headstand, since relative upper body strength could be too big a discrepancy to make this remotely fair.
Tree Climb. What is the highest point of elevation the contestants can get on a chosen tree. In this case, the mango tree in Mr. Kagawa’s side yard that served as a far superior jungle gym than anything that my folks could have bought me (and it is still there today!).
Roof Jump. When I was 9, I climbed my garage and jumped off the roof with some regularity. Was I $%#@ crazy?
Bike Race. 30 miles on a single gear bike. How fast? (Tricks optional)
Cartwheels: Basically a 3 way tie for gold. No problem for all the contestants, but Me-at-19 experienced a bit more dizziness than the other 2.
Squats: This one was a joke. The first time I actually squatted with weight in my life was when I was about 22, and it wasn’t much more than 75 pounds (at 130 pound body weight after a big meal), if I remember correctly. No contest. A solid victory for Me-at-39.
Handstand: I’d like to say this one was close, but Me-at-9 took it pretty boldly, and he waved off the ‘headstand’ option with a laugh. Upside down work seemed to be my thing at that age… hanging, standing on my head (or hands), swinging, whatever. Me-at-19 did alright, but Me-at-39 took silver, and added some handstand pushups, which neither of the others could do.
Tree Climb: Me-at-19’s first gold medal. This one was close, very close, but the results were 19, 39, 9, who took the bronze only because he hadn’t the arm length to get higher.
Roof Jump: A tie between 9 and 39. In fact, next time I visit home, I’m hopping off that roof with glee!
Bike Race: Here’s the scoop…
On the day of my 9th b-day, my BFFWWTWBFBWOA6Y (best friend for what we thought would be forever but was only about 6 years) Matthew and I decided to spend my birthday money on Hotwheels. But we exhausted all the local tiny car brokers weeks ago (the neighborhood Woolworths only had so many). We demanded a bigger selection, and that would have to come from what was one of the top 5 largest malls in the world (in 1979), Ala Moana Shopping Center.
Mathew and I, to test out my new 9 year old wisdom and responsibility, decided to ride to Ala Moana, relieve ourselves of spare cash in return for a fine collection of mini-autos, then ride home, a round trip of almost 30 miles No small feat for 2 kids on BMX bikes. Now making an estimate of the trip time line is tough, since the shopping part had to have taken up a hefty chunk of the clock. But we did finish the trip in about 5 hours, with backpacks full of shiny new soon-to-be-broken trophies.
The Me-at-19 can’t compete with that, but Me-at-39 better to be able to dust that, even with lunch at Zippy’s, a quick dip in the ocean and about an hour buying used CD’s at Jelly’s (right across the street from Ala Moana, if it is still there). Maybe I should actually try this next time I’m on the Island.
[quick aside: perhaps you’re wondering what the heck my parents were thinking letting me embark on a journey like that? Well, fears aside, upon my return there was a nice sparkly orange drum set being put together by my instructor Harold Chang awaiting me in my bedroom. My first drum set trumped the stupid Hotwheels for what turned into about 30 years.]
So am I stronger (more able) now? Yes, but not hands down (and the French judge favored the youngest me for style). My results are now public… how about yours? The game is easy. Pick 5-6 events, pick 2 other Yous from days past and see what the results would be if you honestly applied yourself.
Looking forward to the 10-year anniversary of these games!
News and Events:
To start October’s workshops off, we’ll be having a special guest. Barefoot Ted will be speaking from 10-noon about his running adventures and his famous promotion of running sans fat padded shoes. This will be a thrill, and only $30.
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