I love Rocky IV.
I love especially love the training montage in it, Rocky vs. Siberian Communist Farm. It didn't inspire me to start working out, but it is inspiring the way I work out. Yeah, I am overweight and becoming self-concious about my lack of athletic prowess, so I am doing a remote version of Cross-Fit. My brother is a Level 1 trainer, so I am remotely tapping him as a resource to help me in this endeavor.
So here is my goal: No gyms, no standard workout equipment. Pull-up bars are okay because they are something you can make for very little. The goal here is to work out without the modern idea of fitness equipment. If I need something, I will need to engineer something out of a hardware store.
That being said, I have started simply, and I will buy into no novelty acts. I intend on getting a large tire to roll around my yard. Imagine doing it when the snow flies. This ought to cover my weightlifting options.
Needless to say, I have started with sit-ups, Push-ups, Burpees (they look as stupid as they sound), and jumping up my stairs. I guess the intended goal here is to break down that invisible wall people have with fitness being a membership type offering. It really has become a culture of haves and have-nots. No one needs a gym to get into great shape. Its all there, you just need to look for it.
Things I need thus far:
Sneakers
Stairs
Area to do push-ups and sit-ups
Concrete blocks
A rope fashioned into a jump rope
A quiet road to run on
A towel for under your back for sit-ups
Basically, its shit you should have hiding in your basement. The real trick here is going to be eating better. I am subscribing to the Paleo diet as I am also a type I diabetic (real diabetes). Figure the less carbs I put in the less insulin I need, and boom, Better health. I will also post numbers from my doctor as a decent barometer on how my overall health is. I can tell you right now, diabetic A1C level is sub-par, cholesterol is high, and basically I am sitting on the fence between average diabetic and bad diabetic.
Rage on, my friends, rage on.
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