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Contest Memories

By Eric Todd

I was inspired by the article Chris Lestan wrote called “The Excitement and Memories of Competition Prep.” Since things have been rather slow of late, I thought I might do a few articles about some of my more memorable contests/contest preps.  I have competed many, many times across a number of strength disciplines.

I am going to gloss over my first experience a little.  It was the Show-Me State Games powerlifting meet, which was actually a push/pull.  Training had gone OK, but a week prior, I  badly sprained my ankle by stepping in a hole, so I only did the benchpress, and performed poorly there.  So, not a tremendous experience, but though I did not realize it at the time, it is more than likely the first time I was at a meet with Bill Clark.  I do remember holding my pause for an inordinate amount of time.

What I was really excited to train and compete in was strongman.  While I always did well moving the weights in the weightroom, I always found functional strength to be more of my forte.  So, when I decided I wanted to try my hand at it, I found a contest in a small college town in northeast Missouri called Canton.  The meet was called Tri-States Strongest Man.  I sent in my entry and started training for the events.

The events in this contest were as follows: Farmers walk/sandbag carry medley, truck pull, crucifix, tire flip for reps, and atlas stones. Access to equipment as well as training advice at that time was minimal.  I got a tractor time (maybe 300 pounds) from a tire repair place in town.  I took the inner tube out of it  and used that as a dirty, makeshift harness by which to practice pulling my brothers broken down car up and down the driveway (that car was later converted into my shooting car).  Crucifix I was able to simulate in the weightroom with dumbbells.  I did make my first atlas stone at that time using the play ball and plaster of paris method for making the mold.  Somebody on one of the old forums said you can do farmers walks with ez curl bars.  So, one day in the high school when no one was around, I gave that a shot.  Needless to say, it was not a suitable substitution.

So, contest day rolled around.  We drove out the night before and arrived in town at around 10:00.  We pulled in to the contest motel  to check in.  The office where I checked in was clearly the living room of the older couple who owned the motel.  The old man snoozed on the davenport as his wife checked us in. I got  a decent night’s sleep, and when I got up, I decided to find the park where the contest was being held since I had never been there before.  Since this was the contest motel, most of the competitors stayed there.  As I left my room, my attention was drawn to a group of the competitors at the edge of the parking lot.  There were some MONSTERS in this group.  As this contest only had a lightweight class and a heavyweight class, and anyone 225# or less was a lightweight, I knew I was going to be competing against some of those behemoths. I instantly felt out of place, as though I had made a tragic error.  I thought to myself that no one knew me, so no one would notice if I just slipped back into the car and drove home (not unlike Melvin did after a couple of events-but that is another story).  I decided against it, and stuck it out. The contest was rather eye opening.  I saw competitor after competitor fail on the 800 pound tire.  I got 2 flips, which was good for second place.  I got third in the crucifix and the atlas stones, being one of only 3 to load all of them. I did find out that day that grip was going to be my Achilles heel and grip events my nemesis.  I must have done 20 some deadlifts with 250# farmers walks, only to end up 5 feet short of the finish line.  But, in my first contest I took 4th place among the giants, and figured out I belonged.  The other thing I found remarkable was what appeared to be fantastic camaraderie among the competitors.  They were all cheering for each other, even though they were competing against each other.  It is what drew me to the sport initially, and ended up being what kept me around it for so long. Anyhow, that is the story of how I got my start in strongman; however, it was my second meet that pretty much hooked me for good. (to be continued)

Yearly Awards

By Al Myers

Eric Todd (right) receiving the Athlete of the Year Award from John Strangeway.

Eric Todd (right) receiving the Athlete of the Year Award from John Strangeway.

It’s about time I get last year’s award winners announced!  I’ve been waiting till all the winners were privately recognized so they wouldn’t just see their name in a blog as a winner.  Most receive this award at the Nationals Awards Banquet, but this year several of the yearly award winners were not able to be there so it was done at other venues.

Lance Foster (left) receiving the Sportsmanship Award from John Strangeway.

Lance Foster (left) receiving the Sportsmanship Award from John Strangeway.

These yearly awards are chosen by the membership with nomination and vote.   That makes these awards very special – as it reflects what your peers think of you.  I want to congratulate all the winners!  It was another great year in the USAWA.

2018 Award Winners

WINNER RUNNERUP
Athlete of the Year Eric Todd Al Myers
Leadership Award Al Myers & Denny Habecker —–
Sportsmanship Award Lance Foster LaVerne Myers
Courage Award Frank Ciavattone & Dennis Mitchell —–
Newcomer Award John Strangeway Brandon Rein
Club of the Year Franks Barbell Club Habecker’s Gym

 

What one man can do, another can do.

By Eric Todd

In the year 1997, a drama/adventure picture titled “The Edge” was released by 20th Century Fox.  The stars of this show included Anthony Hopkins, Alec Baldwin, and Elle Macpherson.  Baldwin and Hopkins’ plane crashed en route to a photo shoot of a hunt.  They become the target of a killer Kodiak bear which stalked them for a spell, killing one of their friends and resulting plenty of other close, harrowing encounters.  Hopkins’ character, Charles, decided the only way they are going to get out of this predicament is to be proactive rather than reactive.  They had to kill the bear. When trying to motivate Baldwin’s character, Bob, that it is the correct plan of action, Charles repeatedly said “What one man can do, another can do.”  When Bob finally got on board, Charles enthusiastically cried out “Today, I am going to kill the mother @&*%^!”  I always kind of liked this movie, but this particular scene and the ensuing one where they did, in fact, kill the bear always kind of pumped me up.  Here is a clip of the scene: What one man can do, another can do.

So, whatever does this have to do with all-round weightlifting you may ask?  Well, in early 2018, his majesty, His Highness, the President of the USAWA and the Protector of their Liberties, Denny Habecker made public the events for the postal series to be contested for the year.  I noted that in the second quarter postal, we would be competing in the Bench Dip.  When I looked it up in the rule book, it became clear that it was a lift designed by which no mortal human could complete within the confines of the rules.  It must surely be a lift designed for the gods!  However, I had to give it a shot.  When the fellows came out to do the first quarter postal, I had them eyeball me as I gave it a shot.  I cannot remember if I was using bodyweight or just a small token weight, I just wanted to see if I could get to depth.  I began the slow, excruciating descent.  Deeper and deeper I went, as my shoulders were slowly removed from their sockets.  I got absolutely as deep as I could go, then fought for just a little more.  When I felt there was no more to give I pressed up to complete the lift.  I got off the benches and looked to my confederate, and level 2 lifetime certified USAWA official, Lance Foster and asked how it looked.  You can imagine my chagrin when he, in his grumbly deep voice reported “about 6 inches high.”  It was then that I resigned myself to only being able to complete 2/3 lifts when June would come.

That same year, I was promoting the Heavy Lift Championship in May.  I gathered wind that Dean Ross was completing his postal events during the course of the meet.  Now, we all know how athletic Dean is, but he does have like 12 decades on me, so I just assumed that he would not be able to complete a bench dip.  Then I hear a murmuring from the back.  Dean HAD successfully completed a bench dip.  And even though I did not personally witness it, Denny judged it, so you just knew it had to be legit.  I thought to myself “What one man can do, another can do.”

So I started training this lift a little, mostly in an effort to increase my flexibility in order to complete the lift.  Though I was not convinced, I knew I had to try.  I had no means by which to know if I was getting deep enough, I just kept pushing the flexibility, trying to get deeper and deeper.

On Sunday we have a rather old fashioned, but marvelous tradition.  After church, a large contingent of my family gathers at my folks’ house for Sunday dinner.  As always, my mom had prepared a feast.  My brother Leroy and I started discussing lifting.  He said he had his son, Leroy, come to the basement with him to film him completing a bench dip on his tablet or such.  My brother had successfully completed a bench dip within the specifications outlined by the USAWA rulebook.  “What one man can do, another can do.”

I kept pushing it until the day we scheduled to complete the lifts of the 2nd quarter postal.  When the day came, I was able to go 3 for 3 in the bench dip. It was still painful to get to depth, but I did, and felt as though strength wise, there was still some in the tank.  I won that particular postal, and ended up posting the second best bench dip currently listed in our rule book.  The 350 mark put up by 65 kilo lifter Mark Baldassarre back in 1989 is a bit of an outlier, and substantially more than my record of 235.  It may be a bit out of reach.  However, who knows?  Because, as it turns out, what one man can do, another can do.

JWC: The Evangelism Years

by Thom Van Vleck

Left to Right:  Brian Kerby, Brett Kerby, John O'Brien, and Thom Van Vleck.  The core members of the JWC Evangelism Team

Left to Right: Brian Kerby, Brett Kerby, John O’Brien, and Thom Van Vleck. The core members of the JWC Evangelism Team

The Jackson Weightlifting Club (JWC) has had many lives over the past 91 years.  One of it’s incarnations was as an Evangelism team.  We were inspired by Paul Anderson who toured the country and evangelized while demonstrating feats of strength.

It started with a relationship with Randy Richey who heads up Omega Force.  They are a strong man evangelism team that has toured the country for many years.  I met Randy at a Scottish highland games and he invited me to perform with his group in St. Louis.  I talked Brian Kerby into going and we performed 6 shows in 4 days.  Talk about a workout!  We finished as the warm up for the US Strongman Nationals at the Family Arena in front of a crowd of over 3000.

Randy invited us to travel with them but Brian and I both had families and full time jobs.  We would occasionally hook up with them but doing anything long term was out of the question.

Brian is an ordained minister and often would fill in at local Churches.  He was filling in at a little Church in tiny Worthington, Missouri and they were having a 24 hours fast with the youth group.  Brian suggested we do a little strongman show for the 20 or so kids present.  Brian invited his brother Brett and I invited my friend John.  That show ended up being quite a production and a real hit.

We had not intentions of taking it further.  Just a one time deal.  But a woman came up and gave Brian a check for $250.  She said we needed to do this somewhere else.  So the team was born. We would stay local and that way we could all be back to work the next day.

At first we weren’t going to call ourselves the JWC.  That was the name of the weightlifting club started by my grandfather and continued by my Uncles.  But Brian thought it would be the thing to do.  My family has a deep Christian history and I was honored.

We never asked for money.  Just an offering.  We figured as long as there was money in the bank we would keep going.  Over the next 10 years we did over 250 shows to over 25,000 spectators.  Every show was all about the gospel.  But some serious lifting and feats of strength were performed. We would bend short steel, steel bars (scroll work), break cement blocks, lift objects such as anvils and stones, lift traditional weights, strongman events such as the log lift, and tearing phone books and decks of cards in half. All the feats would tie into a Christian message.

Thom Van Vleck on the bed of nails with 380 pound Terry Lawson on top of hims and 330lb Brian Kerby at the very top.  Yes, it's a physics trick but it still hurts!!!!

Thom Van Vleck on the bed of nails with 380 pound Terry Lawson on top of hims and 330lb Brian Kerby at the very top. Yes, it’s a physics trick but it still hurts!!!!

Some of the more amazing feats we performed over the years include the following:

John O’Brien became a world class short steel bender.  He would bend 3/8″ grade 8 bolts.  We would always offer for someone to come out of the crowd and try it and no one ever even put a kink in it.  John is one strong guy and he would lift about anything.  He would lift a 90lb dumbbell with a 3 inch grip with one hand and the proceed to press it overhead for as many as 10 reps.  We would have the crowd count along.  Afterwards we would ask people to come up and try and lift it.  The thing was that with that 3inch handle nobody could get a grip to even break it off the ground!

Brian Kerby was just strong.  He would regularly load up 405lbs on the Bench with no warm up and then do reps.  Again having the crowd count along and he would usually do 10 reps.  Brian benched 550 raw in a meet one time.  Another time he lifted a log loaded to over 300lbs.  He lifted it so easily the crowd didn’t respond.  So with the weight overhead he stood on one leg, the did a 360 degree turn, and then proceeded to talk for what seemed like a minute or two all while holding that weight.

Brett Kerby was amazing at grip strength.  He would do all the bending that John would do but he was also great a ripping decks of cards in half.  Now lots of strong guys could rip a deck of cards in half with a little work.  Heck, I did it!  But Brett would take it two steps further.  He would rip the deck in half, then quarter it….and then eighth it!

Some of the other “regulars” included Mitch Ridout, Eric Todd, Jeff Jacques, and Joe Costello.  Sometimes just two or three of us would go.  Work and family came first.  Just whoever could make it and we made do.  Some of the funniest memories was going out to eat after a show.  We would be exhausted and starving but full of joy.

I learned to do many feats of strength.  I built a bed of nails and we would lay a platform across my body and load up audience members.  I once had 14 kids standing on me.  We would break concrete blocks across my stomach with a sledge hammer.  One of my regular feats was to pull vehicles.  One time we showed up at a Church and we had told them if they had a vehicle I would pull it.  They had a fully loaded 80,000lb semi!  I thought I’d met my match but somehow I managed to ever so slowly pull it.  I had blood blisters all over my shoulders from the harness.

I never dreamed we would last as long as we did.  The end came when Brian moved away for a new job.  We did a couple more shows without him but it wasn’t the same and father time was moving in on all of us.  Brett had to quit because of injuries.  It just reached a natural conclusion.

That was about 10 years ago and to this day I’ll still be recognized by people who saw one of our shows.  One of the more touching moments for me involved a boy that attended our show and I gave him a signed souvenir after the show.  That boy died suddenly and at the funeral that souvenir was in his casket.  His dad explained that it was a prized possession and his goal was to lift weights and get strong and do what we did.  I like to think we did God’s work and glorified Him and not us.  We just used His gifts to serve Him.  My grandfather was a musician and he spread God’s word through his music.  I’m a strength athlete and I served with my own talents in the same way.  Through performance with a message.

Lifter of the month – Eric Todd

By Al Myers

Eric Todd in training with a huge Hip Lift.

Eric Todd in training with a huge Hip Lift.

The USAWA LIFTER OF THE MONTH for February, 2018 goes to Eric Todd, of the KC Strongman USAWA Club.

Eric bested a very strong field of lifters in the 2018 Dino Gym Challenge, aka as the “Tom Ryan Memorial” this year.  Eric and the KC Strongman crew have been mainstays at my promotions and USAWA events they promote over the past few years. Much of this has to do with Eric and his leadership.  Eric has taken over as the “Heavy Lifts” odds-on favorite in the USAWA over the past few years.   In this Dino Gym Challenge, Eric overtook the leaders on the last lift of the day, the Hip Lift, with a superb lift of 2010 pounds!

I give a BIG CONGRATS to ET on being selected as the Lifter of the Month!

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