[文化][健身健美][英中对照]健美大神之路 42 年末两思

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健美大神之路(A Bodybuilder Is Born)

作者:罗恩·哈利斯(Ron Harris)



Episode 42 – A Year In Muscle!
第42篇 年末两思

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 merengue 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.
圣诞节那天,孩子们过得都很开心。我们送了一个iPod Nano给女儿,这下倒好,我们叫她打扫自己房间或做家庭作业,她更不当我们存在了。

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 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.

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.
我现在是早上最高229, 晚上232。觉得不可思议?我发誓,如果我几天不洗澡,或许能上250,当然前提是我没有先死于毒素集聚。兰迪想在开春时上225,而我的新目标则是235(早上一两次大便后称重)。这只是来年的其中一个目标,现在是时候该草拟一下其他目标了。

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.

“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 Coolattas from Dunkin’ Donuts you seem to be addicted to.”
“差不多吧,”我具体道,“你应该在4月份前达到那个重量,然后逐步使饮食健康化,同样要吃很多,只是别吃同样多的无用垃圾食品,比如唐恩都乐的松饼和酷拉塔咖啡(译者注:Coffee Coolatta,唐恩都乐推出的一种冰咖啡),你似乎有点上瘾了。”

“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.”


“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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