A Soloflex Story Like Anyone’s!

So this weekend, my parents brought me my own personal gym. The soloflex had stayed up in the second story of my parents hourse for years and they made the mistake of asking me if I could use it. Trying not to exert the overwhemling desperation flowing through my veins, I managed to hold off a few seconds before I responded with a definitive “yes.” So Friday, my parents and my sister came down to College Station to take away the old weight bench and drop off a pretty cool personal gym. Yeah, it’s not the most high-tech training system, but it works for a dude who doesn’t want to pay 30 dollars a month to go to a gym (that isn’t even open and HIS ideal hours) and whose schedule is so strange he doesn’t feel right about using free weights at night alone with a poppy shoulder.

I look at it as a new toy. I approached just like I woudl a video game. Without reading the instructions I decided to see if I could bench press the 50 pound straps on each side. I gradually lowered the weight until 10 pounds were on each side. At first, I felt like a complete whuss, but I did remember my father procide me with sage advice warning me to start with smaller weight. He confirmed it when I called him later by saying “It’s a little harder than you think.” It’s not like free wieghts, those bands can be pretty hard to move even if you are a stacked muscle-head. Maybe that’s why the maximum weight is only 50 pounds.

I had some time last night and before work and I’m pretty sure I’m sore because of my 30-45 minute work out. I still have the butterfly attachment hooked up and it tempts me everytime I walk by. In addition, I’m not sure where I’m going to stick my bike because the soloflex encompasses it’s old hangout. I enjoy the acquirement though. I can watch TV as I fidget with the settings and even run though several sets in a few minutes.

I just hope I dont start to resemble some sort of steroid-driven muscle-head, I’d hate for my super-wide shoulders to prevent me from passing through doors