and it was perfect.
i was a self-conscious nerd, trying to do this thing, find my way through fitness (or whatever you want to call it), from my garage.
i didn't have a “fitness” background. i didn't play sports.
I liked to draw and play video games. The extent of my Christmas list (most years) was thirty different sketchbooks, fancy pens or pencils, and Pokémon Yellow DON'T FORGET POKéMON YELLOW OR I'LL MURDER YOU IN YOUR SLEEP PIKACHU CAN SURF I WANT TO SURF WITH PIKACHUUUUU
You mean I have to move my body in front of other people that I can barely communicate with on a good day? And they will be looking at me and judging me? HAHAhahahAHAHaHAhAh
public gyms and me wouldn't work. My only shot was building a garage gym and working alone, which is exactly what I did.
i was a member of some online communities, my home being a tricking (freestyle acrobatics) forum, Tricks Tutorials.
(you might associate tricking with fitness. since this ‘movement culture' thing exploded in recent days…but, back then, tricking was like skateboarding. it was just this cool thing i did. errr. tried to do.)
there was a small “fitness” subset within the bigger tricking community and i sort of picked out one dude as a mentor.
and i peppered the shit out of him with TRBL questions.
five reps or four? how many sets? what's the best program? what's your experience with butt secks? should i have a 401k or a roth ira?
if someone were to email me and ask me these questions today, i'd reply with so many vulgarities. they'd probably quit “fitness.”
i got lucky; he was nice.
but he must have seen i was a live wire, sparking every which direction. i needed to be grounded.
“go buy, read, and then do Starting Strength.”
he told me to do this.
so I did.
I bought it.
i read it in one day.
and then everything changed