Hey guys, how did you get into bodybuilding?

[abolish the weak]

Well my story is pretty cool I think. When I was 16 yrs old my uncle got me a cheap set of plastic weights for Xmas. They sat in my room forever with dust on them. I got into wanting my chest to stick out, that was really my only goal. So me being naive about proper training, rest, etc started my own bullshit routine. I call it the "125" routine,hahaha. That is, every night was 125 pushups(as many as I could until getting to 125, then 125 situps, then I'd sit in an old wooden chair and do 125 total reps above my head w/ light plastic dumbbells. I hated it, the shit was hard work. Well anyways, I had a guy my dad worked with that wanted to trade me his weight bench and weights for my mountain bike, so I did. I remember going to pick it up with my dad that day. I layed on the bench and maxed out at 175 lbs. It took me like another 6 months from there to get to 200! So I set this thing up in my basement, my basement was like any other creepy wet basement. It had 2 light bulbs, one that was usually not working properly, so yeah 1 light bulb most the time. the bench was an old "DP" brand bench. It had a tricep pushdown affixed to the back of it, with a half assed rusty cable,hahah. Oh yeah, also I moved from a wooden chair to some big vinyl piece of shit my mom got from the hospital she worked at, that was my military pres,hahhaa. I had a casio casette stereo, no cd player, no fancy shit. Hell I still remember the fucking tapes I had. Metallica's "kill em all" AC/DC "back in black" and Pantera "Cowboys from hell" so every night I'd go down into my dungeon basement for 45 minutes or so. Then I'd drink a glass of milk after each workout(yeah, I really knew my shit huh?) From this point I started going to the YMCA. It wasnt a nice new YMCA, it was an old brick one built in the early 1930's that used to house homeless people in half of it. The weight room was downstairs, mostly old equipment with rust and residue on it. When you opened the door to walk downstairs you were immediately hit with the smell of chlorine from the pools, and just that old filth smell in general. So at this point I'm like 8 months- a yrs into training. Well, this kind of sucked, because I'm one of the weakest cats in there, and the older kids who fucked with me also lifted there. I remember them pointing over and laughing and mocking me and shit. But then something funny happened, I kept going and they quit. Eventually I got tired of walking upstairs to use the bathroom every time I had to piss, so I'd go in the janitors closet and piss in this well hole in there. It was like the best kept secret of the gym!! So anyways, I guess thats my story of how I got into bodybuilding. Now I'm at this nice new Golds gym, and I'm usually the biggest guy in there. Same kids who fucked with me wouldn't even recognize me now. But yeah, looking back in life my fondest memories are in that dingy basement at home w/ nothing more than a stereo, some cheap rigged shit, and a dream of being bigger. And also in that old run down YMCA. I miss it so much now. I havent been back to that place in 8 or 9 yrs, I now live 1000 miles away. But one of my vacations, I'm going back to that old YMCA, I'm inhaling that wonderful chlorine smell, and I'm getting down on that old shitty equipment(most of its still there, my friend told me) hell, the same drinking fountain that was broke 9 yrs ago is still broke!! Oh yeah, AND IM PISSING IN THAT FUCKING WELL HOLE TOO!!!! I guess there isnt much of a point to this story, just thought to share. But yeah, I never had the nicest shit or money for supplements or gear. Not for a long time. Shit like this is why people get big, not powders..

 

[STORM SHADOW]

I got into it because I was a skinny weener