This is kinda silly, but I was wondering what experiences other people had when they lost their BB virginity? I mean, what was your first experience with weights? Also, how did your BB evolve?
My first experience was when I was 12-years-old, and I trained in my big brother’s makeshift patio gym in my parents’ warm, humid backyard. It was the old style weights, the plastic kind filled inside (sand or cement??) and he got them second hand, and the bench was all rusty and wobbly (we didn’t have much money growing up in a rural area of hawaii). Me and my siblings were in martial arts until adulthood (our uncle owned the local school), and the other side of the patio wall doubled as our martial arts center- my brother threw stars into the patio wall, there was a punching bag for punch/kick practice, and my brother’s nanchucks- which my mom deemed off limits to me because I sucked at them and always ended up cracking myself in the skull with them and also she didn’t want me to accidentally crack my little sister, who followed me everywhere, with them- hung on the wall. We had a poster of Bruce Lee where we lifted weights, but I was too young to realize then what great eye candy (and motivation) he could be!! I did a lot of curls, dumbell kickbacks, bench presses and crunches then…hahahaha! There was no higher awareness of cardiovascular exercise then, but we did boogieboard from sunup to sundown several days a week and were very brown all the time, and me and my sister rollerskated EVERYWHERE, even in the house. When I was 14, my mom, who had gone back to work and was making her own money and was going through her modern/liberated woman stage, bought me a membership to The Spa, a local gym, that had girls’ days and guys’ days separately. Gads, they required us to wear leotards, tights and shoes or you weren’t allowed to workout!!! Lots of us also wore leg warmers and headbands! Hahaha!! That’s downright goofy! I was underage, but the manager was this horny guy who told my mom (who is very voluptuous) that he’d make an exception for her for me (he seemed to have the hots for my mom). So I’d jog over to The Spa, and pound out 190# leg presses at 14. Even then, I thought the aerobics class was gay, BTW!
At 16, I began to paddle canoe for two leagues, run and continued to train with my brother’s weights, some of which by then were getting old and weathered and the plastic was beginning to crack and the stuff inside would sometimes drop out as a fine dust while you were lifting. By this time I had my black belt in martial arts as well. In college I was so poor that I was sneaky and trained in this gym meant for physical therapy for this handicapped program behind the football team’s gym. And the only money for food we had was the $3.29 we as a group of friends could scrape together to buy a huge case of ramen to last us the week, so there was no such thing as post workout nutrition for me, just 101 ways to prepare ramen.
The first few years into my career as an ER Nurse, I was lucky enough that the local police department by my hospital allowed me to train in their gym for free. I pretty much had the gym to myself, because hardly any of the officers used it, and they tolerated me playing Metallica, Motley Crue, AC/DC, Tool, Rage Against the Machine over the gym speakers while I trained- I know they could hear it while they did their paperwork. It was a great gym with posters of all the bodybuilding legends on the walls and an awesome set of free weights and a great power cage. And I was able to afford stuff like Whey Protein, glutamine, creatine and all those bodybuilding supplements.
My ex was telling me that when he was in his teens and grew up very poor, he made his own weights from a stick and hollow tile blocks and his “bench” was his mom’s coffee table, that one day collapsed under him from all the weight, and his mom was pissed! Hahahaha!!
Anyway, today I realize how lucky I have been to make a wonderful living, and am lucky to afford the creature comforts of a gym membership, bodybuilding supplements, post workout nutrition, nutritious food and access to all the educational resources desired. Those of us whom are lucky enough to have these kinds of things should consider ourselves very fortunate. GOD BLESS TRAINING!!!