Yes, with three athletic boys that are now mostly grown, our basement has gradually become a work-out room with all kinds of this stuff acquired over the past 10 years, including the rack and weights, bench, dumbbells, kettlebells, the thing that converts a regular bike to stationary, and a rowing machine. You have to love kids who ask for these kinds of things for their birthday/Christmas presents. And having spent money on them motivates me to use them!C40 wrote:+1 to what BRUTE said.
If you have space for it in your home, you can get weightlifing equipment for pretty cheap (and sell it later for the same price). For my basement I had a power rack, barbell, bench, and abotu 300lbs of weights. Got it all for $300 I think and sold it for $300 (or even more because right when I bought it, I sold the third pair of 45s which I didn't need). With that, I could do all kinds of stuff. I liked working out at home WAY better than going to a gym:
- No transportation required
- Lift whenever you want
- Can take however long rest you want and do productive things at home during rest periods (I liked 5 minutes between sets) , and thus for strength training your actual time required for working out can be reduced by like 80% (because for weightlifting, most of the time in a gym you're just standing/sitting there doing nothing
After mulling over "what to do about fitness" this year, I've settled on a do it at home, "less is more" (don't f-up my knee again) program with one all-out 2K per week on the rowing machine (trying to get my time low enough to compete in the over 50s next winter without embarrassing myself), 75 kettlebell swings three times per week, and one short big-compound-exercises lift-slowly-to-failure "Dr. McGuff" style workout per week.
After listening to a podcast with the "Happy Body" guy (some old Polish trainer dude) and getting his book, I've also started doing those workouts every morning, too. But they just involve dumbbells, breathing and a lot of flexibility movements. My spine is already thanking me. My glutes are not, at least not yet.