Okay, so I’ve been trying to get back into shape, and a buddy of mine suggested I check out this “bb for sports” thing. I was like, “bb? What’s that?” Turns out, it’s all about bodyweight training, using your own body as resistance. Sounds simple enough, right? So, I decided to give it a shot and document my whole experience, messy as it might be.
The Beginning: Feeling Like a Potato
First things first, I had to figure out where to even start. I’m no fitness guru, and the last time I did a proper workout, well, let’s just say it involved a lot more sitting than sweating. I felt like a total potato. So I started with good old Google, looking up basic bodyweight exercises.
The First Week: Ouch, My Everything!
I decided to start with the basics: push-ups, squats, planks, and lunges. I found some beginner routines, chose one I liked, and figured, “How hard can it be?” Famous last words, my friends.
- Day 1: Managed maybe 5 wobbly push-ups, 10 shaky squats, a 20-second plank that felt like an eternity, and lunges that made me question all my life choices.
- Day 2: Woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck. Everything hurt. Took a rest day, because, you know, self-care.
- Day 3: Repeated Day 1, but felt slightly less terrible. Progress? Maybe?
- Day 4-7: Continued the cycle, alternating workout days with much-needed rest. My muscles screamed a lot less.
Week Two: Finding a Rhythm (Sort Of)
The second week rolled around, and I started to feel a tiny bit stronger. I increased the reps and sets a little. I even tried some variations, like incline push-ups (using a wall, because I’m still not a superhero).
I looked up more exercises on the internet to add them to my routine.
It was still tough, but I wasn’t dying after every workout. I started to notice a rhythm – push day, leg day, core day, rest day. I even started to, dare I say, enjoy it? A little bit?
Week Three and Beyond: Still Sweating, Still Learning
I’m still in the early stages of this whole “bb for sports” journey. I’m definitely not ready to run a marathon or anything, but I’m moving more, feeling stronger, and my clothes fit a little better. That’s a win in my book.
I’ve realized that consistency is key. It’s not about killing yourself in every workout; it’s about showing up, doing the work, and gradually improving. Some days are harder than others, and that’s okay. I’m learning to listen to my body and take rest days when I need them. And hey, I’m proving to myself that I can actually stick to something, even if it involves a lot of sweat and the occasional groan.
I start setting small goals for myself. For example, I set to hold a plank for a full minute by the end of the month. The small victories are a motivation.
I’ll keep updating my progress because, let’s be honest, it’s kind of therapeutic to share this whole messy, sweaty adventure. Plus, maybe it’ll inspire someone else to give bodyweight training a try. If this potato can do it, anyone can!
