I've trained my entire life to be the man I am today. Ironically, people look down on me, a giant, towering above everyone. I am the World's Strongest Man and that means very little. The world has changed so much that my title means something only to those who are giants like me. I'm an American, a corn-fed Iowa boy that was raised to lift heavy stuff and throw it. Now I'm the best in the world at it and no one cares. I should be asked to lift cars for a national TV audience, but instead pretty-boy quarterbacks are getting to talk to Leno and Letterman. I could snap any of those guys in half. When did the measure of a man become something other than his strength?
I understand that no one thinks a hulk can be a normal person, but my wife will attest to my kind, giving spirit. I'm not a gentle giant because once you make a living getting angry at inanimate objects your gentleness quotient is reduced significantly. But I help people with my money and I'm a good father. I'm off steroids now, and that's only made me a happier person, signaling the downturn of my career, unfortunately. Steroids were an unfortunate necessity. No one can look at a human giant and think: I completely understand how that could happen by virtue of hard work. Everyone jumps straight to: Well, yeah, SURE, if I was that big I could pull a 17,000 pound truck too. No you couldn't, Normal Human. I worked my way to my title and no one can take that from me so the least you can do is respect me.
I can't live any other way than the way I live now. I have to train, I have to keep competing. My title is the most important thing in the world. When I'm too old to keep it up I won't have anything left. My work is my life and no one respects it. My own country doesn't know who I am. When I walk down the street my name doesn't come to anyone's mind. To you all I am is: Holy-Shit-He's-Big. Your fear makes me feel small, impossibly small. I wouldn't hurt you, you're a person. Call it escapism if you want, but my strength is who I am and no one cares! I... I need to train. Things are simpler in training. I'm the strongest man in the world. I'm a god. Are gods alone because of fear or because no one can relate to them? My son will understand me; he loves me. He already loves training and he has his father's work ethic.
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