I promised to keep you, my two loyal readers (Mom got bored), up to date on my progress with my new bulking/shredding program called BodyBeast which is designed to get me huge and ripped. Previously I would have thought those were two things I wanted to avoid.
Last week I finished week 1. True, I had spent the two previous weeks messing around with it. It usually takes me a week or two to get things like a new diet under control (especially when that diet has me jump from about 1700 calories a day to 3400). I had done some of the workouts using limited equipment I borrowed from a friend and a stability ball I picked up at Walmart.
Last week, though, I was set and committed. It’s either going to happen or it’s not. What motivated me was the knowledge that if I had been so committed in the first two weeks I’d be approaching the end of the first phase right now. OK, just get it done.
On Friday I went to the trainer’s house. Yes, the point of this workout is that you don’t need a trainer and you do it all at home. But, I like the guy. He’s given me great advice and stuck by me while I wallowed in the many failures I’ve endured trying to get into his shape. Most of the time, he hasn’t even laughed too hard at me. He and I ran through a 45 minute workout on the pavement of the driveway behind his house. We each had sufficient weights, each had a stability ball. He has an awesome pull-up bar rigged up over his 8 foot fence and that came in handy. At the end of the routine I was pleased to discover that he judged my form to be great and he was impressed at my ability to complete a pretty tough workout. Did he have a drop of sweat on him? What do you think? Nonetheless, I felt confident that I was doing something good. If this guy, who is a training god, came very near to expressing pride in his wannabe-protege, then I can’t be too off.
Today, it was back to chest and tri’s. This time, though, I’ve expanded my arsenal. From yet another friend I managed to borrow even heavier weights. For many movements lighter weights aren’t a bad thing. I’m thinking of shoulders. At the end of a workout, you try lifting more than 15-pounders in a military press over your head. It’s hard! But for chest workouts, I can definitely go higher than the 20’s I had maxed out with.
A note on all these friends who have weights to spare… It seems a universal truth to me that in America when a young man enters his 20’s and has a trifle bit of spare change he invests it in weights. He uses the weights religiously for a short while, then trails off. Evermore the weights remain in his possession until his wife, who long ago gave up caring what he looked like naked, puts them on eBay for extra Christmas money. Either that or he repurposes them into a coffee table in his pseudo man-cave.
Anyway, I’m definitely feeling this. It’s going great and I feel great too. I also was one of those who had weights once. My excuse was the two spinal fusion surgeries I had so I’m going to stick with that. It’s been years since I lifted anything and it’s taking some time to get back into it but I feel it coming back to me. Drop a prayer now and then, if you would, that I don’t injure myself and that I complete these twelve weeks so I can be “beastly”.