Excellent points all. Here’s the piece that I know you’ll appreciate. In just a few days the gyms will be overwhelmed with newbies of all ages (and I was one nearly fifty years ago). Since most of us don’t instinctively know how to lift properly (I am working on an article and will tag you back), the concern I have, albeit it’s none of my beeswax, is that so many older folks will come in and start slinging without thinking.
To wit: two years ago I was in a Spokane gym, over Christmas. One day this guy, easily in his late sixties or early seventies, is standing next to me and is doing delt work with dumb bells that are WAY too heavy for him. Let’s be fair: for so many guys who come back after a long long hiatus, it’s righteously embarrassing to have to back down to what is equivalent, in their eyes, as sissy weight.
I get it. Dude. Every time I have to do rehab after surgery or an accident, I am on sissy weights. But if I can’t sit that part of me down until I am healed enough to take on the bigger bells, then I am going to do serious damage. Possibly permanent. I can’t afford that just because my ego is so damned tender.
The guy in question was one of those rare guys who was open to a gentle offering, said quietly, and with respect. I pointed out the physics, the likelihood of injury. To his credit, he picked up a much smaller weight. Both his form and his whole body mechanics improved. He could feel it, and he smiled at me. Win win. Good folks have done that for me all my life and I am immensely grateful.
I don’t have the answers, Zach. It’s tough enough to get folks to show up in the first place, especially now with trends of body shaming and elite over-priced-workout-gear-shaming making the gym even more hostile to those who genuinely want to put in the work.
The rush starts next week, and I will move back to 5 am mode. Wait til March.