A couple of people have asked me how I started weightlifting so I thought I would share. I never thought it was that interesting of a story so I just never wrote about it but maybe some one will find it interesting.
As a kid I always was into sports; soccer, lacrosse, softball, pretty much anything – I would play it. I was REALLY into soccer. I kind of hate my grumpy teenage self for quitting. During high school I dropped playing sports because I was being stupid and then didn’t do anything for a while. This changed when I went to college and starting playing very competitive ultimate frisbee (don’t laugh, it’s pretty intense) for NYU. I discovered what it felt like to run, to jump, and be a physical person again. We did a lot conditioning and strength work outs that were comprised of mostly running stairs and doing a lot of lunges and other bodyweight work but I started to feel what being stronger was like. I noticed that being stronger allowed me to run harder, jump higher, and prevent annoying injuries. I started going to the gym myself, lifting what I could. I didn’t know much then so I would just do weighted lunges and pull ups.
Best sport ever!!
Several of my friends back home were starting to get into fitness as well. Crossfit was just getting popular around then so we would go onto the website and pick little workouts to do at the park. We would also do things like push cars, drag sleds, hill sprints, running, and go backpacking. Pretty much anything that made us really tired.
Finally, we started that lifting heavy weights was an important part of our physical fitness so we made a squat rack out of wood, which I think fell apart at some point. We also made Flintstone plates out of concrete which were pretty amazing. I wish I had a photography but I don’t think I do.
This went one for a while. We still do fun workouts outside when ever I visit home. It’s always fun to do something a little bit different outside of the gym.
I wasn’t as much into the heavy lifting at this point as I am now. But once I started getting more serious about Ultimate Frisbee and more comfortable at the gym I started doing more strength training. I was your average gym rat, going to the gym every day – doing what ever I could do. Some days I would do some treadmill, do some bodybuilding, and go on the rock wall. I also started doing some Yoga round here too. I knew what felt good and I knew what my body wanted but I was exactly sure what I should be doing. That said, I was still in really good shape. These were the days where I could go out and run a half marathon and it would be no biggie.
One day I came out of class and my friend David called me. He told me this rad strength gym (South Brooklyn Weightlifting Club) was opening up in Red Hook and I should check it out. Yes, Red Hook was a bit far for me then – I was living in the East Village and pretty much using my bike to get everywhere – but there was something some alluring to the idea of going to a black iron gym.
I was hooked after I went once. For the first year of my training I did mostly Starting Strength. Very simple, squat, bench, deadlift with a bit of accessory. It was good. At the time I was also playing a sport which was very physically demanding so I just needed something simple and that would get me strong.
Here are some pictures into the first month or so of strength training. We did a little mock meet. I remember 185lbs feeling like it was glued to the floor.
I hit 125lbs on my squat (bodyweight at the time)
85lbs on my bench
145lbs on my deadlift
After predominately doing powerlifting for a while the sport of weightlifting seemed very interesting. I was really drawn to the way people moved. It can be really frustrating – as you guys probably have noticed I’ve been taking a little break from it. But after all this American Open hub bub I’m really excited to start training again!
That’s how it happened!