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Bob Fitzsimmons, Boxing's First Three Division Title-holder
http://www.lulu.com/items/volume_68...nt/Physical_Culture_and_Self_Defense-lulu.pdf
A PROFESSIONAL strong man came into my gymnasium one day, and said, “I would like to be a boxer.”
“A boxer, eh?” I replied. “What makes you think you would make a good boxer?”
“Why, I am as strong as a lion. just come in here and I will show you.”
And then this strong man went into my gymnasium and took the heavy weights and the heavy punchingbag and tossed them around like feathers. In a moment he was puffing and blowing like a porpoise, but he stepped back and looked at me with a smile.
He certainly was a picture of strength. The muscles stood out all over his body in big knots. From head to foot he was one mass of knotty, protruding cords.
“How is that for a starter?” he said.
I did not say a word. His ignorance was pitiful to me. Walking over to one side of the room, I took a set of boxing gloves from the wall and handed him a pair. Following my lead he put them on.
It took me about two minutes to show that man how useless, unwieldy, and impracticable his muscles were. He handled himself like a carthorse.
He was as slow on his feet as a messenger boy. His brain acted as did his muscles, slowly and stiffly. Although a big man, weighing perhaps two hundred pounds, he did not make as good a showing with me as many amateur lightweights with whom I had put on the gloves.
I think I showed him clearly the uselessness of his heavy weightlifting muscles. They were good for one thing—the service for which they had been trained. Like every athlete in his profession he was musclebound. Those huge masses of muscle, gained at the expense of many hours of hard work, were for all practical purposes of no more use than a handorgan would be to a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.
In fact, such muscles serve to help shorten one’s life. The musclebound man, with every fibre of his body drawn to a tension that pulls at the very heartstrings, most frequently dies with what is known as an “athlete’s heart.”
A musclebound man is worse than a skinbound horse. He is as awkward and ungainly as a crocodile would be in a ballroom. Take him away from his chosen profession and he is all at sea. He is a frightful object lesson against the use of heavy dumbbells, or heavy weights of any kind.
The man or boy who wants to become quick, strong, and clever must avoid the use of heavy weights as carefully as though they were poisonous snakes. They completely destroy all that suppleness and agility which mark every detail of the clever athlete’s work.
A man who is a runner, jumper, boxer—in fact, anything except a heavyweight lifter—can have no use for knotty, unwieldy masses of strength.
Even our best wrestlers nowadays recognize the fact that muscles of that kind are of no use to them. They know that there are right and wrong muscles just as well as they know there is a right and wrong way to wrestle. They know that such muscles bring them premature old age and early death.
Thus it is that every ambitious young athlete should strive to train his muscles in the proper way. Light dumbbells, Indianclubs, and other muscle building weights should never be forsaken.
Do not use heavy weights.
Do not exercise too much.
"Athlete's heart"?