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A Bodybuilder Is Born: Episode 41 - Put A Value On Your Time And Experience!

You've developed your physique where others can see you know what you're doing, and they want your help... for free. Put a value on your experience and see where I had to draw the line and say no. Learn more.

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Article Summary:
  • Randy is being asked for advice more frequently in the gym and it's slowing him down.
  • Ron shares the stories of times he had to specifically tell people he won't advise them.
  • Ron tells Randy he should only advise those who have already shown some dedication.
  • The off-season was gaining steam as New England transitioned from fall toward winter. We had yet to have our first snowstorm yet, but I was ready. The wife and I had finally purchased our first 4x4 vehicle, a new Ford Explorer, so no longer would I drive our town streets and have the unstable feel of running across an oil-slicked linoleum floor in bare feet.

    My sports car is about as useless driving in snow as it would be on those cragged rocky mountaintops in the commercials with the giant pickup trucks that were probably dropped there by helicopter.

    Anyway, I was pretty sure that this winter, you wouldn't find me on the elliptical runner screaming, "No!" when the weather report came on the TV and I saw those little snowflakes falling in the graphics. Bring it on, Old Man Winter! You want some of this? I grew up in this climate, fool! I could eat snow and poop out ice cubes if I had to. Perhaps I am getting carried away.

    We'll see how I feel when the first storm dumps a couple tons of white stuff on my driveway and I'm out there shoveling for five hours. Most likely I will regress to childhood and cry for mommy to bring me some hot chocolate - and a snowblower while she's at it.

    We'll See How Ron Feels After He's Been Shoveling Snow For Five Hours.'
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    We'll See How Ron Feels After He's
    Been Shoveling Snow For Five Hours.

    Not A Kid Anymore

    I had crept over 220 between Halloween and Thanksgiving, and was now within spitting distance of 225. Randy had taken my advice to heart and decided to abandon his goal of staying lean forever. From 200 pounds, he had bulked up to a much fuller and stronger 212, and his goal of hitting two and a quarter before the spring thaw was right on track.

    Gone, of course, were the tank tops, replaced by a collection of XXL novelty T-shirts. My favorite had a silhouette of a hot woman pushing a baby carriage, and it read, "I only date MILFS." I had given him this one. Hey, it was only $9.99. For those of you that don't know what MILF stands for, I'll give you the PG version: "Mom I'd Like to French-Kiss."

    Of course, it was a lie in Randy's case. The 24-year-old was about as likely to date a woman with a child as he was a woman with a face like Drew Carey. H#ll, in many ways, I still considered him a kid.

    Apparently, a lot of the teenagers and young guys in the gym, as well as another gym he now trained at (that was closer to the Ford dealership he worked at), considered him a guru.

    To Many Of The Young Teenagers At The Gyms Where He Trains Randy Appears To Be A Guru.
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    To Many Of The Young Teenagers At The Gyms
    Where He Trains Randy Appears To Be A Guru.

    The Student Becomes The Master

    "Ron, it takes me twice as long to workout sometimes because these kids are always coming up to me for advice," he complained. "Even when I wear headphones, they still get in my face and keep talking until I take them off."

    "What are they asking?"

    "They usually want to know what I do for this or that body part, or they want me to show them how to do an exercise. A lot of times they want to know what to eat to get big, and man, there's no way I can tell them all that in under ten or fifteen minutes. It's getting annoying." He looked exhausted.

    "They want to know what supplements to use. Then there is even one kid that keeps bugging me to write him up a full workout program. He wanted me to give him supplements for free because he thinks I have a lot of money, too." I shook my head.

    I had learned my lesson with free supplements after giving a brother-in-law a bottle of testosterone-booster pills he had been bugging me for, only to find the same bottle, unopened, in his medicine cabinet... two years later!

    "Randy, in one way you should feel pretty good. You have obviously developed your physique to the point where others can see you know what you're doing, and they want your help. On the other hand, you see how demanding this can be. They all expect you to give your time and knowledge freely and without any thought of compensation, which can start to feel like an insult pretty fast."

    How Do You Feel When People Ask For Advice In The Gym?

    Happy. I Take It As A Compliment.
    Annoyed. I'm Trying To Workout Here.
    It Depends On The Question.

    "So what should I do, be a jerk and blow them all off?" he asked. I proceeded to tell Randy of a few notable cases where I had to draw the line and say no.

    The Advice Whore

    Brett was a nice enough kid, though his lame attempts at humor could get on your nerves. He was on my butt for advice constantly years ago when I lived out in California. Brett loved to go on about his horrible genetics, and they were pretty bad.

    Tall, completely devoid of facial or body hair, and pear-shaped, he probably had about as much testosterone coursing through his veins as Richard Simmons. I had at least trained Brett to only bother me when I was doing cardio, never when I was training with weights (before that, he would actually come up and start talking to me in the middle of a set - intolerable!).

    He wanted to look like a bodybuilder, but he trained with zero intensity. Brett used weights that would hardly challenge a kitten strung out on some kind of pain killer, and no matter how many times I went over proper bodybuilding nutrition with him, he continued to miss meals and eat junk on a daily basis. He was overly obsessed with supplements having magical properties that would somehow make up for his wimpy workouts and inadequate eating.

    I finally had to cut Brett off from all the lengthy free advice sessions when I figured out that he was hitting up at least three other guys at the gym regularly for the same thing. How did I find out? Brett had the nerve to ask me to defend my advice against that of the other guys when it wasn't exactly the same. "You said I should eat every two hours, Rocco says three is fine. You said I should do three or four work sets of an exercise, Biff told me just do one set."

    On and on this went until I finally snapped and told him to bother them and leave me alone if he didn't have any faith in me. To have given him so much of my time, only to have my own advice thrown back in my face and questioned, was just plain rude.

    Brett Was Obsessed With Supplements Having Magical Properties.
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    Brett Was Obsessed With Supplements
    Having Magical Properties.

    The Freeloader

    Mort was an attorney, and a very wealthy one at that. He drove the most expensive sedan Mercedes makes, and strutted around with the aura of a man who knows he can probably buy and sell you five times over. Mort may have had a million bucks in his checking account, but he had a five-dollar body. This, despite him having hired all of the personal trainers at my gym at one time or another.

    Mort was in his late forties and 'skinny fat,' meaning he had very little muscle and was flabby all over, even though in a suit I am sure no one knew how horrible his body actually looked. My feeling is that the better shape your body is in, the more likely you are to look better naked than you do in clothes, and vice versa. People in bad physical condition always look better in clothes, especially clothes that bind and pinch the fat into a more pleasing shape.

    Anyway, Mort was done with all the trainers; most of whom weren't in great shape either, and was now starting to badger me for pointers. At first I didn't mind, but eventually it started to really bother me the way he assumed that because I was built well, I was obligated to help him in any way I could. Further, I knew he hardly considered my vocation as a bodybuilding writer a 'profession' like his own.

    One day when I was in a pissy mood for whatever reason (I think I was dieting and it was a low-carb day), I went off on him. I asked him how long it had taken him to become a lawyer, though I knew the answer - four years of pre-law and three years of law school.

    I explained that it had taken me well over twenty years of training and learning - three times the duration of his higher education - to get to the level of expertise I now had in matters of transforming the human body.

    I asked what his legal consulting rate was, and he hesitated before informing me that it was three hundred dollars an hour. I smiled and told him that he was in luck.

    Though I had given up personal training years ago, I would be more than happy to train him. And due to my level of expertise, the rate was six hundred bucks a session! Not surprisingly, he was appalled at my gall (though this is a guy that probably spends that much every time he goes out to dinner) and never approached me again - thank goodness.

    Mort Probably Looked Fine In His Suit, But Out Of It He Looked Horrible.
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    Mort Probably Looked Fine In His
    Suit, But Out Of It He Looked Horrible.

    The Socializer

    This was very recent. I need to set this up by explaining that until a year ago, apparently I had needed glasses and didn't know it. I was convinced that my d@mn windshield just wouldn't get clean, which is why I was having trouble seeing where I was going whenever I drove at night.

    There was a guy I will call Saul at my gym who I initially thought was a woman, as I had never seen him up close or heard him talk, and my vision was blurry past about twelve feet or so. Saul has man-boobs, a big belly, and a big butt, so you can understand how I could have mistaken him for one of several overweight middle-aged women at the gym with short gray hair.

    Saul was active in town politics and was on the school committee, so he knew quite a few people at our gym. He probably spent a good two hours in there every day, but if you added up the actual time he was exercising, I doubt it would total more than thirty minutes.

    Like Mort, he too had enlisted the services of at least two trainers at our gym briefly. After heaping compliments on me one time when I was particularly tanned and lean for a contest, he had confided to me that he came to the gym 'to relax,' which stuck in my mind.

    No wonder he looked the way he did! I almost felt like asking him if I should go draw him a bubble bath and light some scented candles. The subtext there was that he was in no way willing to work hard and endure any type of pain or discomfort in the gym, and he admitted it. Obviously he was only there to socialize and pretend he was working out (I had never once seen him break a sweat).

    About a week ago, Saul asked if I would do him a favor. On guard, I said that depended on what the favor was. "Can I work out with you sometime?" Instantly my mind translated that into, "Will you be my personal trainer for free?" I stared him dead in the eye and told him no way. Saul was taken aback, so I nicely explained that I take my workouts very seriously.

    Working out is like a job to me, and I am always striving to do that job better. Letting him work out with me would only slow me down and waste my very limited time, and I wouldn't do that because he didn't really want to train anywhere near enough to see results in fat loss, muscle gain, or strength gain. He understood, but he was still offended. Too freaking bad. Relax in the gym - don't get me started.

    Working Out Is Like A Job To Ron And He Can't Let Saul Slow Him Down.
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    Working Out Is Like A Job To Ron
    And He Can't Let Saul Slow Him Down.

    Help Those That Help Themselves

    Randy was amazed at all these accounts, especially since he knew who Mort and Saul were and never knew how I had put them in their places.

    "The thing is, Randy, unless someone has already made a solid effort on their own to learn and gotten at least some kind of results, they aren't really sincere, and they aren't worth your time. Those kids that bug you could find out almost everything they are asking you about on the Internet, but they are too lazy. They want you to save them the effort."

    "I know, you're right," he nodded.

    "Just like the Lord helps those who help themselves, I don't help anyone that hasn't at least put out some genuine effort. It has taken me so many years to get to where I am today, that if someone can't or won't respect that, I will not give them the time of day.

    Another thing is that if you give things away, they are never appreciated as much as if they had to be paid for or earned in some way. That's why my brother-in-law never even used those supplements I gave him. I bet if he had paid for them, they would have been gone in two or three weeks."

    Have You Ever Let Free Stuff Go Unused Because You Didn't Pay For It?

    I've Never Received Any Free Stuff.

    Randy sighed. He knew that if he listened to me, a lot of people were going to think he was arrogant, selfish, greedy, or just a big jerk. He also knew that if he didn't listen to me, people would be taking advantage of him for the rest of his life in gyms, and the kicker was that most of them wouldn't apply his free advice anyway.

    It's an issue that even I still struggle with all the time, but I have stood my ground lately quite consistently. Randy was one of the first sincere young bodybuilders I met that I could sense would take my advice and absorb it all. I also knew he was willing to work as hard as I told him to.

    I enjoy passing on what I have learned, because someday I will be gone, and those that I have taught will continue the tradition and educate and inspire the next generation of bodybuilders. And really, that's what it's all about.

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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

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