How the Other Half Lifts: What Your Workout Says About Your Social Class

On July 28, 2014 by Physical Culturist

Written by: Daniel Duane

How the Other Half Lifts: What Your Workout Says About Your Social Class

I first heard the term strength sports—referring to football, weightlifting, and any other sport dependent upon sheer muscular force—in my early 40s. I’d spent half a lifetime dedicated to athletics more common among urban liberals like myself—jogging, cycling, swimming, pursuing cardiovascular fitness instead of brute force. But then somebody told me that these so-called endurance sports do little to counter the muscle-wasting sarcopenia and bone loss we all suffer in middle age.

One way to slow that slip into frailty, it turns out, is by lifting weights, forcing your body to increase bone density and muscle fiber. So I bought a book by a Texas gym owner named Mark Rippetoe titled Starting Strength: Basic Barbell Training. I learned to squat, deadlift, and bench press. I came to love the emotional catharsis of channeling aggression into the bar. I made new friends: A former Force Recon marine chatted with me between lifts, describing the first Gulf War and how he’d nearly died falling from a helicopter; a massively muscled, bald kickboxer, who happened also to be a handsome gay biotech lawyer, stood behind me during bench press sessions, fingers under the bar, making sure I didn’t hurt myself.

I adored lifting with these men. It was the happiest I had ever been in a gym. A faster runner abandons you; a stronger lifter hangs out, kindly critiques your form, and waits his turn. My strength numbers shot upward, and so did my body weight: 190 pounds, 200, 210, 215. I bought baggy pants and shirts. Walking down the sidewalk, I felt confident. At parties with my wife, I saw men who ran marathons, and they looked gaunt and weak. I could have squashed them.

Soon, however, I suffered a creeping insecurity. Looking into the eyes of a banker with soft hands, I imagined him thinking, You deluded moron, what does muscle have to do with anything?

One day, a skinny triathlete jogged past our house: visor, fancy sunglasses, GPS watch. I caught a look of yearning in my wife’s eyes. That night, we fought and she confessed: She couldn’t help it, she liked me better slender.

Friends came for dinner. A public-interest lawyer, noticing I was bigger, asked what I’d been up to.

“I’m really into lifting weights right now,” I said. “Trying to get strong.”

The lawyer’s wife, a marathoner and family therapist, appeared startled, as if concerned about my emotional state. She looked me in the eye and said, “Why?”

Sociologists, it turns out, have studied these covert athletic biases. Carl Stempel, for example, writing in the International Review for the Sociology of Sport, argues that upper middle class Americans avoid “excessive displays of strength,” viewing the bodybuilder look as vulgar overcompensation for wounded manhood. The so-called dominant classes, Stempel writes—especially those like my friends and myself, richer in fancy degrees than in actual dollars—tend to express dominance through strenuous aerobic sports that display moral character, self-control, and self-development, rather than physical dominance. By chasing pure strength, in other words, packing on all that muscle, I had violated the unspoken prejudices—and dearly held self-definitions—of my social group.

For a while I fought back, cursing the moronic snobbery that, at some self-hating level, I shared. I thought of doubling down by entering a powerlifting competition.

Rippetoe visited my gym one day. I liked him immensely—funny, eccentric, a brilliant technique coach. He told me that to become competitive, I would have to get vastly bigger—to something like 275 pounds. But I didn’t want to be 275 pounds. I love my wife dearly. I didn’t want to become less attractive to her, and I was already too heavy for the running, biking, and swimming that I’d long enjoyed and now missed. For a short time I tried to have it both ways: I signed up for the Escape From Alcatraz Triathlon; bought a visor, fancy sunglasses, and a GPS watch; and told myself I would somehow maintain my hard-won muscular strength throughout triathlon training.

Jogging up our block, however, for that first run, I discovered that heavy weightlifting makes endurance workouts deeply unpleasant. My legs felt like dead tree trunks. The next day, when I tried to do squats, I learned that running undermines strength gains. It turns out that these two physical adaptations—like liberal and conservative political leanings, or elitist and working class cultural affinities—do not easily cohabit inside one human being (despite the excellent exception embodied by my kickboxing, bodybuilding, tech-lawyering gay friend).

I mentioned this to a legendary strength coach named Dan John, who’d once deadlifted 628 pounds. “I trained for a triathlon once,” John said over lunch. “I’ll never do that again.” He shook his head as if still emotionally traumatized by the loss of muscle and strength he’d suffered during all that cardio work.

In the end I made the same basic decision that Dan John had made, defaulting to the familiar sports I’d grown up with. In my case, that meant adopting what Stempel calls “the most class exclusive approach to strength-building,” one that “moderately incorporates strength into a sporting lifestyle.” Backing off the weights and ramping up the running, biking, and swimming, I lost 30 pounds of muscle in three months. I loved Escape From Alcatraz so much that I’m still doing triathlons three years later. My wife does seem to like me a little better, and sometimes I think our friends even respect me more. But I can’t stop thinking I’ve betrayed Rippetoe, and I dearly miss the Force Recon marine. I miss the biotech lawyer, too, and no matter what I’m supposed to feel about physical dominance or moral character, I dearly miss feeling huge walking down the street.

This post originally appeared in the July/August 2014 print issue of Pacific Standard as “How the Other Half Lifts.”

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6 Responses to “How the Other Half Lifts: What Your Workout Says About Your Social Class”

  • Joe bob

    You might want to do a bit more research on cross training, and find some new coaches or trainers. Many sports balance strength training with cardio, flexibility, etc. As a jujitsu teacher and practitioner, I work with some MMA guys, and they all do weights, yoga on off days for flexibility,intense cardio, (more sprint and “burst” oriented, which is more practical for most sports and activities anyway), kettlebell training (which can encompass several goals at once), body weight exercises, as well as skill training. Long distance running does your body more harm than good, and is of little use in preparation for any sport except….long distance running. Try a good MMA website for some tips,a good book, such as Randy Couture’s conditioning book, Mark Hatmaker, Martin Rooney, etc. You can definitely find a better balance than you seem to have settled on.

  • Michael

    Running does not eat up muscle, that is ludicrous. It is a poor diet that can waste away your muscle mass. Also rippitoe was wrong to advise to be heavier to be competitive. One needs to be strong for the whatever class to be competitive. You do not need to increase bodyweight.
    So do not despair, you can build mass and increase endurance as well. One caveat though, you can weight train to max or run to max. Only within your and abilities should you train.
    My experience tells me that as long as you are using your muscles, like running and lifting weight, they will not whither nor impact one sport or the other.

  • Brian

    The fact that there are snobs against weightlifting irks me to no end. There is nothing wrong with being muscularly large, as there is nothing wrong with being very good at running. In what universe is being strong considered a weakness? If that’s what the upper class is like, then I want nothing to do with it.

    • Seduciary

      Most upper class men that opine on buffed guys, are just expressing their jealously. In reality, they probably fantasize about possessing a pretty-boy body, but are too lazy (or wimpy) to do the work, so who are the weak ones here?

  • Seduciary

    The upper class dorks can have their sissy gyms, with all the treadmills, exercise bikes, and tiny dumbells that don’t exceed 5 lbs. A squat rack, deadlift platform, and tons of 45 lb plates, is what “serious” trainers require. Did I forget a bench? Sorry, powerlifters; even in the elite category, focus more on their squats and deads, than their bench press.

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