After always having to put up with Jason B’s rehtoric, I figured I would share a positive story. I have recently changed jobs, and now work in a bad area of a city. Today I decided to try to find a gym to catch a noontime workout. Down the street was a dumpy looking place with GYM on a sign in front. I walked in, payed my fee…and found nirvana…no machines, no aerobics, just iron, iron and more iron. And the guys in there were BIG!! There was only one issue…I was the ONLY white guy in sight (and blonde haired and blue eyed white boy at that!). There were quite a few looks as I walked in and changed. I will be honest, I was a little uneasy…this isn’t exactly the best area of town…lol. I warmed up on the heavy bag for a few minutes (held together with wrap after wrap of duct tape…you GOTTA love it!) Then I hit the bench.
I was getting a few looks…none of them too friendly. Paying attention to my workout, I was on my 5th set of bench…and struggling, when from above, a set of hands slid under the bar to spot me. I knocked out two more hard reps with the spotters assistance, and coaxing to “push out one more”. After I racked it, I stood to thank him, and it was one of the BIGGEST, doo rag wearing, 5 pounds of gold chain wearers. He smiled, and told me “Any white boy who can rock the bag the way you did…is welcome here” From there, we started talking, he introduced me to some of the other guys, and I think I am going to join that dump!! I guess what I am trying to say is that today I saw the iron game overcoming a lot of racism in a way I didn’t really expect. By the time I left there I felt like I was welcome, and that I had found a few new brothers in this game. People like Jason, I feel for you…I really really do…especially after today.