|Nick at a comp, with Jon in black on the left|
Being a part of the LBEB community means many things to many people. For some, it is a celebration of strong, powerful men and women. For some, it is a source of humor and escape from a mundane job, while for some it is the place for fellow elites to butt heads over the minutiae of form or technique.
Regardless of the differences in our sports, we all come to Lift Big Eat Big because it is a place where like-minded individuals are readily accepted into the ranks of a community that lives on the fringes of normal society.
Some individuals take this a step further, and make LBEB a central part of their lives. I would like to share a story I received this week from Nicole, regarding the loss of one of the most devoted members of our community:
My husband, Nick Sheaffer, and his big brother, Jon, are more than just brothers. They are best friends, co-workers, training partners. They are one others “go-to”person. They work 10-12 hours a day with one another. Following work, they train in our little garage gym together. Then in the evening, they are on the phone discussing the day with each other. They are virtually inseparable. They work in mobile home installation and demolition, but as a side job, Nick builds strength equipment. He started a little side gig called Sheaffer Strength. His focus is on Strongman equipment like Yokes, Farmers, Atlas Stones, Barbells, even things like deadlift jacks and car deadlifts. Jon was his number one fan.
When they found Lift Big Eat Big on Facebook, they found their new mantra. Everything became Lift Big Eat Big. Their friends were sucked into the LBEB world as well. For Nick’s birthday at the end of May, I bought him 2 LBEB shirts and 2wristbands. He had been ogling them for a while. I figured 2 would be best because he’d wear them ragged. I knew he’d be excited. And excited hews. He couldn’t wait to show them off to his brother. Jon, who couldn’t resist, decided to swipe one of the wristbands for himself. He just slipped it on his wrist while at our house one day, and off he went with it. Half-serious half-joking Nick kept saying he needed to get it back from Jon. Half-serious half-joking Jon would say he would give it back. He really liked that wristband!
|Nick on the truck, Jon on the right|
Our thoughts and prayers go out to the Sheaffer family in their time of mourning, while we mourn the loss of our members.