A Bodybuilder Is Born: Episode 42 - A Year In Muscle!

Randy wanted to reach 225 by spring... That was one goal, now it was time to sketch out the remainder. Here's my account of telling him that his year in muscle was about to begin and finish with a win... by fall. Learn more.

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Article Summary:
  • The year has ended and Ron and Randy take a serious look at how well the year has gone.
  • Ron reveals to Randy that he has a full plan for Randy in the upcoming year.
  • Randy is a little disappointed with the goals Ron has set until it's put in perspective.
  • Christmas had come and gone. For Christmas Eve, we had the traditional dinner at my sister-in-law's house. Traditional, that is, if you were raised in Puerto Rico, as most of her husband's family was. The house was packed wall to wall (no doubt exceeding local fire codes), and the stereo blasting salsa and meringue music at ear-splitting levels was accompanied by a makeshift band playing bongos, a trumpet, and some odd instruments that involved banging a cowbell and scraping a ridged piece of wood.

    The overall decibels created by this ruckus were roughly equivalent to standing under a jet taking off. We left at 1 AM and the party was still going strong, as the alcohol hadn't run out. At one point, I had actually touched my cheek to make sure blood wasn't trickling out of my eardrum from the ungodly din. So much for 'silent night, holy night.'

    Christmas had been a great day for my kids. My daughter had gotten an iPod Nano, which would allow her to more effectively ignore us when we told her to clean her room or do her homework.

    My son got a bunch of toys, but the king of them all was RoboRaptor, a remote-control robot dinosaur. He had been ecstatic for about ten minutes, until he started whining that he needed a second RoboRaptor to do battle with this one. How could we have been so inconsiderate? Gratitude ain't what it used to be.

    The Overall Decibels Were Roughly Equivalent To Standing Under A Jet Taking Off.
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    The Overall Decibels Were Roughly Equivalent
    To Standing Under A Jet Taking Off.

    The Eye Of The Storm

    Now we were in the weird in-between week, after Christmas, but before New Year's. Unfortunately for my wife, her birthday was smack dab in the middle of it.

    She was used to family members being too financially devastated from buying gifts for the two hundred assorted children (Latin families tend to be large) to get her anything. I had at least bought her a very nice white/gold necklace this year. Well, that is to say, she bought it with my credit card and told me later, so close enough.

    As any husband will tell you; her money is her money, and my money is our money. It's a small concession to make for wedded bliss, I assure you. At least that's what my wife Janet tells me.

    It was the day before New Year's Eve. Janet and I still weren't sure where we were going the next night. Randy and his latest girlfriend were headed to a club about an hour south of us in Rhode Island called Therapy. It opened at ten PM and didn't close until eight AM on New Year's Day.

    I was a bit wary of staying out that late. If I did, I would probably need therapy just to get back on track with real life again. And at 36 years old, I was a bit past my partying prime. By three AM, no matter how hopping the club might be, I would be craving a warm bed to crawl into and pass out in, after a warm mug of protein shake and cookies.

    At 36 Years Old, I Was A Bit Past My Partying Prime.
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    At 36 Years Old, I Was A
    Bit Past My Partying Prime.

    A Look Back At The Previous Year

    But where we went on New Year's Eve wasn't important. What was important was that this year was coming to an end, and fast. It was time to look back on the year that had passed and honestly see which goals had been met, and which ones had not. This could apply not only to bodybuilding, but career and personal relationships as well.

    Randy and I had been training together a bit more lately, since this was a time of year almost nobody was buying new cars - unless we're talking about Hot Wheels.

    I didn't want to get into his work situation as far as sales goals and so on, because the manager at his dealership had that covered, not to mention it bored me to tears.

    And relationships - that was his deal. If Randy wanted to date a different woman every two to four weeks, as had been the average rate for much of the year, I wasn't about to scold him and nag him to settle down. But if we were talking about bodybuilding - well, now here's where I could at last poke my nose into his business.

    We had both been doing well on our winter bulking plan. Since Thanksgiving, Randy's weight had climbed from 212 to 217. A protein bar as a dessert with each meal had certainly helped, along with consistently hard and heavy training. This provided him with about 30 grams of protein and 300 extra calories, which all added up.

    I was now up to 229 in the morning, and 232 by evening. Funny how that works, isn't it? I swear, if I could just not go to the bathroom for a few days, maybe I could hit 250 - assuming I didn't die first from the toxic backup. Randy wanted to reach 225 by the first day of spring, and my new goal was 235 (morning weight - after a visit or two to the porcelain throne). That was one goal for the coming year, now it was time to sketch out the remainder.

    A Protein Bar As A Dessert With Each Meal Had Certainly Helped.
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    A Protein Bar As A Dessert With
    Each Meal Had Certainly Helped.

    The Man With The Plan

    "Randy, I have a plan for you," I began.

    "Uh-oh," he warily replied.

    "Relax, it's nothing that involves torture or staying celibate for any length of time."

    "Same thing," he stated.

    "There is a contest in September that has a Novice class, with two weight divisions, over and under 175. You would be over."

    "I would hope so."

    "You are going to win the class, or at least do your d@mnedest to win it. But winning isn't as important as showing a very noticeable improvement from the New Englands. I want you weighing in at no less than 192 on stage, with a much better chest, arms, and calves."

    Now, 192 at 5-11 is not a mass monster in modern bodybuilding by any stretch of the imagination. Ronnie Coleman won the Olympia in 2004 at the same height and 296 pounds, though I heard a rumor genetic testing has confirmed he is not human but in fact an entirely new species, Ronnie Sapiens Giganticus. But even without comparing himself to Ronnie, Randy wasn't too impressed with the goal I had set for him.

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    Ronnie Coleman At The 2007 Olympia.
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    "That's it? Just eight pounds heavier than last year?" Apparently he thought I was setting the mark too low.

    How Much Muscle Are We Really Talking About?

    "Eight pounds of pure muscle in the right places makes a big difference in a physique, junior," I informed him. "I like to use the old analogy Mike Mentzer made famous. He used to tell you to imagine what that amount, in this case eight pounds, would look like if it was raw steak piled on a table in front of you. That's when you get a better appreciation for just how much muscle it really represents."

    "Huh," Randy said, eyebrows knit in concentration as he no doubt envisioned slabs of meat. "So, once I get to 225, do I start dieting or what?"

    "Sort of," I explained. "You should hit that weight by about April. That's when I want you to very gradually start cleaning up your diet. You'll still be eating plenty of food, just not as much worthless crap like those muffins and coffee Coolatas from Dunkin' Donuts you seem to be addicted to."

    "They're good," he noted.

    "I'm sure they are. Anyway, I believe you can actually keep gaining muscle until about twelve weeks out when we start limiting your carbs. So when I say 192, I really think you could very well be a few pounds more than that. But by aiming for the lower number, we under-promise and over-deliver."

    "Cool. So, I win the show, then what?"

    "The show is in late September. Once it's over, you rest up and eat what you want for a week, and then you start packing the muscle on all over again because your body will be ready to grow after the long diet. When we talk at this time again next year, I expect you to be about 230 pounds in the same condition you are now."

    Imagine The Amount Of Muscle You'd Like To Add As Raw Steak Piled In Front Of You.
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    Imagine The Amount Of Muscle You'd Like
    To Add As Raw Steak Piled In Front Of You.


    "Wow, so you have my whole year planned out for me."

    "That's right. Now if only I could figure out what I was going to do tomorrow night."

    Randy thought a moment, then had it.

    "They're having something at the planetarium with a laser show, then champagne and cheese at midnight. That's about your speed, right?" He burst out laughing at his own lame joke. The sad thing, I was thinking about how I could do that and be in bed by one.

    "Okay, but if you're not back from that club by noon the next day, I may have you declared legally dead."

    "You really aren't going?" he asked.

    "Kid, I pass the torch on to you. Just make sure you get home with some brain cells left. You've got a big year ahead of you."

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    About The Author:

    Ron Harris is the author of "Real Bodybuilding: Muscle Truth from 25 Years in the Trenches," available at www.ronharrismuscle.com.

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