In the field of ideas not involving productive activities it is easier to distinguish the division between material and spiritual necessity. For a long time man has been trying to free himself from alienation through culture and art. While he dies everyday during the eight or more hours that he sells his labour, he comes to life in his spiritual activities. But this remedy bears the germs of the same sickness; it is as a solitary individual that he seeks communion with his environment.
Che GuevaraThe word crucible can be defined as “a severe test, as of belief” – and I am frequently reminded by Dr. Iron Maiden, PhD that “belief systems are very difficult to change”. It is these belief systems that have given birth to
The Crucible.
The Crucible is not a fixed place but rather a philosophy based in experience in both the academic and athletic worlds. In the past century our country has shifted from an agrarian society to that of an industrial society. Rather than working out while we work many now drive to artificially created places called “fitness clubs” where we attempt to replicate the fitness we once obtained through manual labor and it’s accompanying “sweat equity”.
However I realize that we can not turn back time or progress - nor should we attempt to. But I wonder if we must consider if we have honestly and truly made progress in the fields of fitness and fitness programming given the number of people who belong to “fitness clubs” yet many of those seem to seldom reach their goals – of complaining and bemoaning going to the “fitness club” to engage in lifeless activities that hold no happiness or joy - seeming to many that going to the “fitness club” has merely become an extension of their daily labour. Perhaps Che Guevara’s observation that “while he dies every day during the eight or more hours that he sells his labour, he comes to life in his spiritual activities” holds a partial explanation – “the germs of the same sickness” – to and for this paradox of “fitness”.
While going to school in Kailua-Kona, Hawaii I rode my bike along Alii Drive almost everyday. There was a guy who sold flags from a kiosk at Magic Sands Beach – his chiseled physique was carved from rocks – literally – for next to his kiosk he had a pile of rocks in varying sizes. He pressed those rocks, he curled, squatted , lunged and crunched with them – and rode his bike to work and his rock pile gym everyday. It is this that has been part of the change in my belief system. Need a greater challenge? Find a bigger rock. Is this perhaps the communion with environment our fitness is missing and longs for? (Obviously it is for me!)
I suppose these ideas won’t be too well received by those places that offer you a comfortable place to sit and contemplate your navel lint between sets on the squeezy machines – most “fitness clubs” don’t allow chalk - much less rocks – in their free weight / TV rooms but that’s OK. They have plenty of members in their club and there are plenty more where they came from. Some people are happy there going through (or going through the motions of) their workouts.
The Crucible lifts bags of sand, chains, cast iron plates and barbells, dumbbells, iron railroad rails and
The Rock from Penticton. We have plyometric boxes, benches, Swiss Balls, medicine balls and elastic bands. I made our dip stand entirely out of recycled materials and it is angled in to accommodate the fact that peoples shoulders are different widths – unlike most dip stands found in “fitness clubs” that are one width only. Our pull-up bar is recycled as well. Once I worked in a “fitness club” that would not allow me to bring my Kestrel KM 40 inside – so if you ride your bike over to work with us we’ll give you a safe place to put your bike – inside!
The Crucible is not for everyone. In his trial Howard Roark said that “there is no such thing as a collective thought”. We believe there is no such thing as a collective workout. Collective workouts force one to compromise; therefore to take part in
The Crucible workouts one must be able to meet certain standards. As my friend Shawn “Dog” Shaw reminded me bluntly last week “there is no democracy in the pursuit of excellence”.
CJ
Brotha did ya forget your name
Did ya lose it on the wall
playin' tic-tac-toe
Zack De La Rocha