Bodyweight training is an interesting topic in the fitness world. A lot of hardcore fitness enthusiasts write it off completely, opting for a steady diet of iron instead. And at the same time, a lot of people who will never in their life build any muscle exclusively rely on bodyweight training.
This past Monday I made a terrible mistake. It was a naïve move on my part, with absolutely no forethought. I was so pissed at myself for not realizing what the hell I had done, but once I had realized the monumental error of my fuck up, I’d already gone too far to turn around. I was in it for the long haul, there was no way in hell was I going to let myself be a quitter.
Sunday morning I woke up, spent about 20 minutes cuddling with my dogs, and then groggily climbed my way up the dark, never ending stairs from my parent’s basement. Desperately in search of coffee. I had stayed at their house over the weekend to make sure my little brother didn’t burn the house down while they were gone, and had completely forgotten just how much shorter the walk to my kitchen, and French press, is at my apartment.
A couple of months back I had one of those huge grocery shopping trips that is so incredibly awesome it gives you a half chub. One of those trips where you spend an exorbitant amount of money, and on the drive home immediately start thinking about all the various ways you can now start flexing your culinary muscle.
When I got home, I was immediately met with a challenge. I had a foe that we’ve all been faced with. There were, by my rough estimate, 33 grocery bags. Because I have yet to train my dog, Bowser, to carry groceries, this task fell on my shoulders.
33 bags. About 42.5 feet to the kitchen. That’s a lot of carrying.
I grew up in a really small town, and went to a very small school. There were 68 kids in my graduating class. The same weight room I learned to lift in was the same weight room my Dad worked out in.
When I was 13 years old and in 7th grade I got my first taste of lifting. My friends and I used to walk into the gymnasium, and go up the stairs into an old and beat up weight room. The mirrors were dirty, the weights were old, the mats in the mat room were disgusting, and it was awesome.