The World’s Strongest Man
January 7th, 2006
I don’t know why, but I love to watch the World’s Strongest Man competition.
Three-hundred pound muslce monsters do things like drag a six-hundred pound chain twenty yards, lift a barbell with a whole motorcycle on each side instead of a sperical hunk of iron, or pull a sixteen-thousand pound semi-tractor. I have absolutely no illusions about ever being able to do such things. I don’t even have the desire to, but I sure do enjoy experiencing the competition vicariously by television.
I find it hard to sit still as I watch the muscles bunch and the faces turn red as gritted teeth show behind lips whose expression changes from determined confidence to agony prolonged by brutal determination as the iron will of an athlete battles for control of a body at the absolute edge of it’s operational envelope.
I didn’t even know the 2005 championship was on tonight. I just happened across it when I was looking for something to watch tonight and ended up watching it for three hours straight.
But now it’s over and I’m tired so I’m putting my flabby weak body to bed early.
Jan 31, 06 at 6:25 am
I think that all men should look like Mariusz Pudzianowski, he is so pretty I could watch him for hours, even if I am far too ‘mature’ for this kind of obsessing!!!
Jan 31, 06 at 9:02 am
‘pretty’ is certainly not the word I would apply to Mr. Pudzianowski– even if I were female. ;)
Impressive, maybe, imposing– huge.
I don’t get much of a kick out of looking at him, but I enjoy watching him perform monstrous feats of strength.