Inspirational Reads: Chris Shugart, ‘Merry Christmas Bob,’ 2000

A few weeks ago I published a short article on Henry Rollins’ short essay, ‘The Iron and the Soul.’ Rollins’ appreciation for the deeper meaning of exercise struck a chord with me early in my training career and, like an old jumper, is something that brings me comfort to this day. The essay spoke to me in a way beyond the vapid slogans of ‘killing it’ in the gym and, I believe, captured a much deeper meaning for working out.

An equally formative read for me, although one entirely different, is Chris Shugart‘s 2000 article, Merry Christmas Bob. Published for T-Nation (who I really need to do a history of at some point… seriously, has there been a more influential fitness site?!), the article has been revised multiple times since and, at the time of writing, was last re-issued in 2021.

The premise is simple. Approached by ‘Bob’ at a Christmas party, Chris is asked how Bob best loses his beer gut. The response is a diatribe about how Chris, and those like him, overcome all their excuses and train no matter what life throws at them. I like Chris’ writing but, admittedly, this is a piece I sometimes struggle to recommend to people given its, at times, preachiness about exercising. Take for example

We like to watch ‘normal’ people tell us about how they can’t get into shape. We smile and nod sympathetically like we feel your pain, but actually, we’re thinking that you need to grow a spine and join a gym…

There was, however, a large part of my training career where I did have a holier than though attitude about my ability to train and diet while others did not. I contrasted myself with the ‘Bobs’ of the world and patted myself on the back for not having excuses. I was… in short… an absolute ass.

Thankfully life humbled me and I realized that I don’t have the right to judge others. This is especially the case when it comes to others’ health and health outcomes. Funnily a decade of studying the history of fitness has made me far more appreciative of how broad fitness can be as a term, and also how barriers which don’t exist for me are painfully acute for others.

Anywho… My love of this article has changed over time. Where initially I read it as a rallying call for those of us special enough to lift weights, I’ve now found a deeper meaning to the piece and one which centers on discipline.

It is no longer about me comparing myself to ‘Bob’ or, as many have written, the ‘Bobs’ of the world. It is about the boring, banal, and disciplined approach we need to sustain our lifting. The most impactful lines of the article for me used to be Chris dressing down Bob for being lazy, now it is Chris’ dedication. In particular this passage

I’ll tell you what, Bob. Christmas morning I’m getting up real early and hitting the iron. I want to watch my daughter open her presents and spend the whole day with her, so this is the only time I have to train. The gym will be closed, so I’m going out in my garage to workout

The older I get, and the busier life becomes, the more Chris’ lines resonate with me. There is nothing special about me working out, but there is beauty in incorporating lifting into my life without taking from other parts of it. When my son was born I worked out at 11 pm, 5 am and, if necessary, right after dinner as I stole 10 minutes with a kettlebell. I didn’t neglect my family duties so I could lift, but I did what I could to keep active.

Does that make me better than Bob? Not at all. What it does is connect me to people like Chris and others who find the time and commit fully to their pursuits. Although grueling, especially after a long day that began at 5 am and included a 2-hour commute to work (don’t ask), those 11 pm workouts or, in one case, midnight workouts, felt special because I was committing to something. I was committing to myself and, returning to Rollins, I was finding stability within my world. Chris’ article reminds me that I am not alone in doing so and, that if he can do it, so can I.

Oddly my relationship with this article has gone from siding with Chris in chastising others (again I first read it as a teenager), to siding with Chris because he is doing everything he can to lift. Comparison is the root of unhappiness, so let’s leave the ‘Bobs’ of the world alone (whoever we may think them to be). Solidarity is the route to strength and, for me, I found solidarity in Chris’ discipline.

The full 2021 article is below and the link to T-Nation is here.

Merry Christmas Bob

“So, what are you doing for a living these days?” Bob asked me.

We were sitting on the couch at one of those tedious holiday get-togethers, the ones where you’re supposed to be nice to family members you never see except during major holidays and funerals.

“I work for”

Bob looked at me with an empty expression on his face.

“It’s a muscle-building website,” I clarified.

Blank stare. Deer caught in the headlights. A politician during a teleprompter glitch.

“Oh,” Bob finally said, “Like bodybuilding and stuff? I don’t have time to lift weights all day and all that crap, but I have been meaning to get rid of this beer belly.”

He took another sip of beer. “What do you suggest?” Sip.

Bob swilled his Natural Light, smoked a cigarette, and waited for an answer. I tried to figure out how I could explain to the average guy what the typical T Nation reader does and why he does it. How could I get him to understand what it is we do?

I took a deep breath and told him something like this:

“Well, Bob, you could use the term ‘bodybuilding’ if you really need a label. Most of us actually don’t stand on stage, though. We lift weights and manipulate our diets so that we’ll look good naked and kick ass. Sure, it’s healthy too, and we’ll probably live a longer and more productive life than the average guy, but it goes beyond that.

“Brace yourself, Bob, but we do it in part because of people like you. We look at you sitting there with your gut hanging over your belt and we watch you struggle just getting out of a chair. Guys like you are our inspiration.

“We love it when you talk about not having time to exercise. Every time we see you munching on a bag of Oreos, you inspire us. You’re our shot in the arm, our wake-up call.

“You want to know what it is we do? We overcome.

“We’re too busy to train too, but we overcome. We’re too busy to prepare healthy meals and eat them several times a day, but we overcome. Our genetics aren’t perfect and we don’t always feel like going to the gym. Some of us used to be just like you, Bob, but guess what? We’ve overcome.

“We like to watch ‘normal’ people tell us about how they can’t get into shape. We smile and nod sympathetically like we feel your pain, but actually, we’re thinking that you need to grow a spine and join a gym.

“You smile sheepishly and say that you just can’t stay motivated. We listen to you whine. We watch you look for the easy way out. Because of people like you, we never miss a workout.

“You ask us for advice about diet and training and usually we politely offer some guidance, but deep inside we know you won’t take it. You know that too. We smile and say, ‘Hope that helps. Good luck!’ but we know most people won’t listen. Once they hear it takes hard work, sacrifice, and discipline, they tune us out.

“We know they wanted us to say that building a strong, athletic body is easy, but it just isn’t. Ten minutes a day using the latest infomercial workout doesn’t do it. A strong body does not cost five easy payments of $39.95.

“We like that while you’re eating a candy bar and drinking Mountain Dew, we’re enjoying a protein shake. That makes it taste even better. While you’re asleep we’re either getting up early or staying up late, hitting the iron, pushing ourselves, learning, succeeding and failing and rising above the norm with every rep.

“Can you feel that, Bob? Can you relate? No? Good. This wouldn’t be half as fun if you could.

“We do it because we absolutely and totally get off on it. We do it because what we do in the gym transfers over into the rest of our lives and changes us – physically, mentally, maybe even spiritually. We do it because it beats watching celebritards on TV.

“When we’re in the gym, we’re in this indescribable, euphoric zone. It’s a feeling of being on, of being completely alive. Within this haze of pleasure and pain, there’s knowledge and power, self-discipline and self-reliance.

“If you do it long enough, there’s even enlightenment. Sometimes, the answers to questions you didn’t even know you had are sitting there on those rubber mats, disguised as iron plates and bent bars.

“Want to lose that beer belly, Bob? I have a nutty idea. Put down the fucking beer.

“I’ll tell you what, Bob. Christmas morning I’m getting up early and hitting the iron. The gym will be closed, so I’m lifting out in the garage. You be at my house at six, okay? I’ll be glad to help you get started on a weight training program. It’ll be colder than Hillary Clinton’s coochie in there, so dress warm.

“But let me tell you something, Bob. If you don’t show up, don’t bother asking me again. And don’t ever sit there and bitch about your beer belly again.

“This is your chance to climb out of that cage. If you don’t show up, you’ve learned an important lesson about yourself, haven’t you? You won’t like that lesson.

“You won’t like that feeling or that taste in your mouth. It’ll taste worse than defeat. Defeat is pretty nasty, but what you’ll be tasting will be even more bitter. It will be the knowledge that you’re weak, mentally and physically. It will be knowing that not trying has become your default reaction to life’s challenges.

“Don’t look at me like that either. This may be the best Christmas present you’ll get this year. Next year when I see you again, I’m going to try to be a little bigger, a little stronger, and a little leaner. What will you be? Will you still be making excuses?

“This is a gift, Bob. What do you say? Christmas morning, before the kids wake up, hot coffee and cold barbells at my house?”

Maybe that’s not the exact words I used, but you get the idea.

Will Bob show up? I don’t know, but he’ll probably take me off his Christmas card list. I think he’s just stuck in a rut, and as the saying goes, the only difference between a rut and a grave is depth.

The way out of the rut is to make major changes in your life, most of which won’t be too pleasant in the beginning.

If you’re a regular T Nation reader, I doubt you need to be called out. But maybe you’ve caught yourself slacking. Maybe you’ve missed a few workouts or you started a little too early on the usual holiday feasting, like, say, back in September.

Just remember that the time to start working on that next goal is now. The time to get rid of those bad habits that hold you back is now. You want to look totally different by next Christmas? Start now.

This isn’t because of any corny New Year’s resolution either. If you were serious about that resolution, you’d be doing it already. The best time for productive action is always now.

This time of year, I want you to enjoy being with your family. Open presents, tip back one on New Year’s Eve, and have some good meals. But if your regularly scheduled workout happens to fall on a holiday, what will you be doing at six o’clock that morning?

That’s what separates us from guys like Bob.


4 thoughts on “Inspirational Reads: Chris Shugart, ‘Merry Christmas Bob,’ 2000

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  1. As another 67-year-old who’s been and still is (non-AAS) bodybuilding since age 15 beginning in 1971, I’ve been contentedly married for 43 years to a woman who’s never shared my dedication to exercise and to the-even-more-primary-for-staying lean calorie-control.

    I’ve witnessed her do the typical begin-to-diet and/or begin-to-exercise numerous times through the decades. Inevitably she quits, to her own exasperation and demoralization. She’s lamented that she wishes she had my self-control and self-discipline, especially that she could make herself consistently eat the way I do for months and years as I do.

    As she’s thanked me for doing, I’ve always supported her efforts at dieting and exercising while never preaching to her. I hold that adults can advise each other, but, unless officially or formally authorized, have no right to control each other; as adults, we each get to make our own choices and live with the consequences (including choosing to live with the consequences of others’ choices).

    I’ve hypothesized since about twenty-five of those forty-three years ago that the few of us who are able to consistently sustain exercise/calorie-control for decades apparently have something many if not most people don’t have: a genetically greater ability to self-discipline. While I expect every human is born with a capacity for it, I expect that we humans range along the usual bell curve in this trait too. Some of us fall on the right side of the curve, born with more of that ability. Each person is probably able to maximize/optimize whatever capacity he/she is born with, but we each have a limit. Those of us who seem to self-motivate and persevere likely are born with higher limits. Yes, we each have to choose to utilize our capacity , but, a few of us have a much greater capacity, which serves well in long-term pursuits and endeavours such as bodybuilding.

    Because of my decades of experience with my wife, as well as observations of many others, I formed an “I-am-grateful-I’m-genetically-wired-to-persevere-despite-‘the boring, banal, and disciplined approach we need to sustain our lifting. The…dedication’ “. I can take no credit for the genes I was born with; all I can do is choose to ultilize them to whatever extent I can. For myself, that excludes self-righteousness about self-control same as it does about height or eye color.

    Most adults, even the ones who ask what our secret to success is, already know that the answer is “control your calories to lose bodyfat, exercise to add muscle and systemic health”. Most adults already know it’s not a matter of knowing what they need to do, but that it’s a matter of having the self-discipline to long-term do it.

    Like most of us, I’ve been asked many times for the secret to self-control. My answer has always been, “If I had one, I’d have become a billionaire selling it by now!”

    1. I absolutely love this Joe and think that there’s a grace in approaching it this way. I always think about my multiple failed attempts to learn an instrument. I try for weeks and it just won’t click no matter what. But exercising? Simple for me and something I’ll find time for regardless of the situation. As you say, I’d we could bottle the secret we’d be millionaires but there is something intangible driving it that is a lottery of sorts

  2. Frankly, I found the tenor of this piece to be too arrogant, supercilious and condescending for my tastes. The crack about Hillary Clinton is in such vulgar bad taste that I am surprised you would let it be included in your fine website, Conor, and believe me, I am no fan of the Clintons! I suppose I am fortunate in having a wife who is, if anything, more zealous about working out than I. I, for one, think most of the “Bobs” of this world could do themselves a helluva lot of good without joining a gym. A pair of adjustable dumbbells or a few well-chosen kettlebells would be all they needed…at least for starters.

    1. Hey Jan,

      I agree with you on the tone of T.C.’s article & a lot of his writing around this time. My logic was that this was a piece that inspired me when I had a very problematic, and quite frankly arrogant view, about fitness. Late teenage/early 20s me was subconsciously ‘arrogant, supercilious and condescending’ at times and, for me, it was nice to review this piece and see how I have changed, and become less of an ass. Even now I don’t like the idea of dividing the world into Bobs v. lifters.

      Also interestingly T-Nation clearly hold your view (and mine) about the writing as subsequent revisions have removed the Clinton passage. I wanted to use the original as it was what I came across and, also, gives a snapshot into 2000s fitness discourses.

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