arnold

When ‘Pumping Iron’ came out, I was a young teen already consumed with a secret passion for muscle, buying the rare mag when I could afford it and even the earlier ‘PU’ book. Not a driver yet, I gave serious thought to riding a bike to the theater 5+ miles away, but I was fearful of explaining my absence from home even as my parents worked, or of someone I knew seeing me. I had to wait years before it showed up on TV. Later on, I’d rent it to slo-mo scenes like this and jerk myself to ecstasy.

I've blown to this for decades.