— — iron and sea air, every morning since 1951.
“An open-air weight pen on the sand. The original Muscle Beach opened at Santa Monica in 1934; the Venice site followed in 1951 and became the one the world pictures. Arnold Schwarzenegger trained here in the early 1970s. The barbells are heavy, the paint is salt-bitten, and the boardwalk crowd is always two deep at the rail. from the studio
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Muscle Beach Venice sits along the Ocean Front Walk between 18th and 19th Avenues in the Venice neighbourhood of Los Angeles. The outdoor weightlifting facility opened in 1951, two years after the original Muscle Beach at Santa Monica Pier was closed by the city. The pen is operated today by Los Angeles Recreation and Parks and charges a small daily fee. The Pacific is fifty metres west; the boardwalk runs past the north fence and the original Gold's Gym sits a few blocks inland.
Muscle Beach Venice draws its largest crowds in summer, when the city hosts bodybuilding and gymnastics competitions on a small stage beside the weight pen. The Mr. and Ms. Muscle Beach contest has run on or near Memorial Day and Independence Day for decades. Off-season, the regulars are mostly local: lifters who have trained here for thirty years and tourists who come for one circuit and a photo on the boardwalk side of the chain link. Sunday mornings stay busy through the winter.
Salt corrodes everything here. The plates are repainted constantly, the barbells freckled with rust under the chalk. Morning fog comes in off the Pacific and lifts by ten; the sun then runs full on the pen until late afternoon. The boardwalk smell is sunscreen, frying oil from the food stalls, and the sea. The light goes copper around five, the shadow of the palms reaches across the platforms, and the last sets of the day get the best photographs from the boardwalk rail.