How to build a home gym for less than $100

A couple of years ago, I achieved two "Worsts" simultaneously: I was in the worst financial shape I'd ever been and the worst physical shape I'd ever been. Money was tight, and boyfriend and I had reached the comfortable, pasta-eating stage in our relationship, which was catching up with me. I got winded running up stairs and my wimpy little noodle-arms weren't good for much of anything.

Like most people, I was sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. I knew if I wanted to get in shape, I'd have to find a way to do it without spending any money. A gym membership was out of the question. I started keeping my eyes peeled for sales and scanning Craigslist and Freecycle daily.

In a month I'd collected about $60 worth of equipment that I'm still using to workout to this day, and believe it or not, I've used it to get in the best shape of my life. I have a long way to go; I've still only run 5k's and I'm certainly not winning any lifting competitions. But I feel confident saying that I know how to get fit for cheap, and I'm going to show you what you need so you can do it too.


1. Some new kicks ($25 to $50)


Shoes are the single most important piece of protective equipment you can buy if you're going to do any jogging, jumping or pretty much any other form of cardio that involves your feet leaving the ground. They protect your feet, ankles, shins and knees from impact. You may think that your old gym sneakers will do just fine, but the fact is that the interior structure of the sole of your shoe breaks down long before the shoe looks worn out. If your shoes are more than a year old, save yourself a lot of grief and buy a new pair.

Don’t believe me? Ask any long-term runner if they’ve ever had shin splints. Observe the painful face that they make.

The good news is that you should be able to find a decent pair of shoes for $50 or less if you’re a good bargain shopper. This is the one and only time that I will advise you to buy name brand anything; do not try to save money by buying an off-brand. Stick with big names like Nike, Adidas, Asics, New balance, etc. With a no-name brand, you don't know if the construction of the shoe and the science behind it are solid. Look for outlets, look for sales, and look for last year’s styles. I got my most recent kicks at the Nike outlet for only $36 because they're discontinued.


2. Whatever safety equipment you think you might need ($0 to $20)


If you have occasional joint pain or you’ve had a sports injury before, don’t wait until you hurt yourself to buy protective gear. Just go buy whatever you think you might need. For example, I have shitty knees. One is perpetually shitty and the other is intermittently shitty. I wear these knee bands all the time when I exercise to lessen the pressure on my knees and I wear this knee brace when I feel like my knee needs more support. They are inexpensive and you’ll be glad you bought them.


3. A pair of hand weights (Optional! FREE to $20)


Bodyweight exercises are great for you and a very viable option if you’re trying to keep your equipment minimal. If that’s you, you can skip the hand weights entirely. Personally, I do a combination of bodyweight and hand weights. Some people just like the heft of a dumbbell.

I prefer neoprene coated weights because they’re easier to hold onto, don’t feel as gross when your hands get sweaty and they don't hurt as much when you inevitably drop one on your foot. For most people, 3 pound weights are a good place to start. If you’re someone with a lot of upper arm strength, like a mom who spends all day hoisting toddlers, you might be able to start at 5 pounds.

To figure out what weight is best for you, go to a sporting goods store, grab a pair of weights and do a set of slow, controlled curls. If by 20 you’re starting to feel a little fatigue in your arms, you’re at a good weight. If you can do 20 without feeling any fatigue in your arms whatsoever, move up to the next weight.

Once you’ve figured out your ideal weight, you can pay retail if you really want to, but I suggest hitting up Craigslist, Freecycle and your Facebook friend’s list first. People have oodles of exercise equipment languishing in the dark recesses of their homes and you can probably score some weights for free or very cheap by asking around.


4. A mat if you’re working out on a hard surface (Optional! FREE to $25)


If you’re working out on plush carpet you can probably skip this one. If not, a cheap yoga mat will do just fine to get you started. I’ve seen mats at my local Ollie’s Bargain Outlet (Good Stuff Cheap!) for as little as $4. They also sell them at places like Target and Amazon for around $20.

I picked up a set of 8 of these Norsk interlocking foam tiles at Sam’s Club for $22. You might also find similar things in places like Toys R’ Us advertised as children’s playroom tiles.

This is another one that you can probably grab for free or nearly free if you do a little hunting.



5. A workout plan (FREE to $24)


There are tons of great, free workout plans on the internet. Nerdfitness and Sparkpeople have some great free workouts, some have videos, and they won’t cost you a penny. Note: If you’re going to start pulling workouts off of Ye Olde YouTubes, please please please make sure they are made by someone who knows what they’re doing.

Call me old fashioned, but I like workout DVDs. I buy single titles, which I’ll preview online and then pick up on Amazon for about $8 a piece.

Start with one title and build your collection from there. The 30 Day Shred was the first workout DVD that I bought and I cannot recommend it enough. Ultimately, try to come up with at least three complete workouts: one purely cardio, one strength training and one “oddball” that you can do on days when you’re tired of the other two.

For example, for cardio I like Jillian Michaels’ Banish Fat Boost Metabolism (All workout DVDs have stupid names. All of them.). For strength, I like No More Trouble Zones or Bob Harpers’ Pure Burn Super Strength. My oddball workout is Yoga Meltdown. If those aren't your style, there are literally thousands of other titles out there to choose from. Go nuts.

Whether you choose to go with internet freebies or buy DVDs, try to find workouts that require minimal equipment, can be adapted to your skill level and last at least 30 minutes up to about an hour.


That's it. I'm not even kidding, that's all you need. If you've been telling yourself that you're just waiting until you can afford that gym membership/treadmill/personal trainer or whatever, it's time to put the excuses aside and just start. Bring your A Game and get moving.

I'd love to hear what you do to stay in shape, so tell me about it in the comments!

Friday Linkage: Advice on fruity drinks and manatees


I've discovered something that has truly changed my life forever, and I think it will change yours too.

Go ahead, Meowbify this site. Hell, just Meowbify all the things. You're welcome.


Global Warming's Terrifying New Math — It boggles my mind that we're still even debating this. {Rolling Stone}

Scientific Style: 10 Smart Etsy Finds — I'm torn between the chemistry print and the salt and pepper rayguns. But seriously, buy me presents? {Apartment Therapy}

This guy does amazing paintings of superheros as manatees — You heard me. {Joel Micah Harris}

The Miss Zee Coloring Book Project — Remember when I mentioned Miss Zee? Well she's reached her goal! {Kickstarter}

Step 232: Be Thoughtful and Polite to People with Disabilities — Oh Adulting, how I love thee. {Adulting}

A Decade of Advice — And all so tragically true. {Hobo Siren}

How to be Confident Without Seeming Like an A-hole — Things to work on! {Yes and Yes}

John is an Admirable Name — Oscar Wilde writes nasty letters to drama critics. {Letters of Note}

DIY Drinks from Your Favorite Preserving Bloggers — Guys, it's a blog carnival about infusing booze with fruit. I am all over this. {Food in Jars}

GEEK PORN:

The Hobbit Production Diary. I cannot even tell you how excited I am for this movie. 
Hint: REALLY EXCITED.


Sir Patrick Stewart carries the olympic torch through Croydon, South London. By the way, the man is 72. I choked up watching him choke up. Blub.


This is THE best video featuring the Olympics, animals and cigarettes that you will see all day. Promise!


Enjoy the weekend!

30 Before 30: Bake a Blueberry Pie without Starting a Fire


You may be fooled by the fact that they both take place in the kitchen and result in food, but cooking and baking are hugely different things. Rocking at one does not necessarily equate to rocking at the other.

I am an awesome cook. I make delicious things. I will rock your socks right the f*ck off.

However, I cannot bake. I have always been bad at it. The few attempts I have made have been either lackluster or completely disastrous (read: food on fire).

So when I bagged a seriously ridiculous amount of blueberries last weekend, it seemed as good a time as any to try and knock something else off of my 30 Before 30 list.

Time to bake a pie.

Although pre-made pie crusts are a delightful thing, I felt like it would be cheating if I didn't make this one pie entirely from scratch. I followed this recipe for Biscuit Pie Crust from Closet Cooking (sans basil). It tasted wonderful, but it definitely almost killed my food processor. If I make it again I'll mix everything by hand.

For the filling, I used the Pioneer Woman's recipe for Blueberry Pie. Everything she does is amazing.

I should mention that I don't usually like pie. Weird, right? But I just can't get onboard with the syrupy thickness of the canned fruit pie filling that everyone seems to use. Boyfriend is not a fan, either.

But guys, this pie was seriously bangin'. Like, I would make this again, over and over, just for us to eat for no special occasion whatsoever.

It did not maintain its structural integrity upon being sliced, but with fresh blueberries I think that might have been asking too much, and it made for a really delicious pile of blueberry goo. We happened to have some butter pecan ice cream in the fridge which was just perfect on top.

So, I can now add pie making to my repertoire of awesome skills.

Pie pie pie pie pie pie pie!

Do you bake? What's your favorite pie?



Department of Ladybusiness: Bonus Links

Yesterday, I posted this link about how Sarah Robles, who can lift more weight than pretty much any other person in the U.S., is unsponsored because she doesn't look like a beauty queen. Now, one company has stepped up and sponsored her, which is awesome. Let's hope there will be more.

And because I love good news about rad ladies doing rad things, I thought I'd pass along a few more links for your perusal.


Bonus Links from the Department of Ladybusiness:

Donna Ferrato’s photo crusade against domestic violence — This victim turned advocate has made a 30 year career of documenting and helping battered women. {Feministing}

Malaysia's First Female Olympic Shooter is 8-Months Pregnant and Gunning for Gold — And she says she's only slightly worried that her baby will kick while she's pulling trigger. Moxy. {The Mary Sue}

This Is How You Acknowledge the Fact That You’re a Woman in Power — Margaret Sullivan really nails it. {Jezebel}

Amy Poehler Advises Young Girls on How to Deal with Overwhelming Stress — I just love everything she does. Seriously ladycrush. {YouTube}

Kickstarter Campaign to Bring Miss Zee, A Coloring Book For Black Girls, to the Masses — Make sure to watch the video! The illustrations are so cute! {Clutch}

Bikini Kill Launch Record Label to Reissue Catalog — My teenage heart just skipped a beat. {Pitchfork}

xoxo,
Erin

Weekend Linkage: My Spirit Animal is a Cat Drinking Wine


How was your week? I made blueberry pie! I also tried my hand at canning for the very first time! I \ have 5 jars of delicious blueberry jam put up (plus one that we're currently eating) and one jar of salsa! Exclamation points! I am excited by the weirdest things!

This is not me, but coincidentally: A First Time Canner Makes Blueberry Jam.

"Twenty-three-year-old Sarah Robles is the highest ranked weightlifter in the country, beat out every female and male American at the world championships last year, and can lift more than 568 pounds–which is apparently equivalent to one large adult male lion. And yet Robles scrapes by on $400 a month from U.S.A. Weightlifting and donations from friends because she doesn’t have the kind of body that secures lucrative endorsement deals."
I signed the Declaration of Internet Freedom. You should too. 
Doing this one! DIY Cooking Spray


My next pie project: Key Lime Pie

I adore tiny homes and I think, in my heart of hearts, that I was meant to live in one. Because they have exactly as much space as I have patience for housework. Check out this house tour of Christopher and Merete's Truly Tiny Home on the Range. Swoon.

No, Princess Leia is not looking to be objectified in her metal bikini. No, she's not "asking for it." Can we evolve already? Just a bit? Episode VI: Return of the Douchebags.

No Meat Athlete: Where do vegetarians get protein? Age old mystery finally solved! Really, you can stop asking now.


What are you up to this weekend?

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I Make Lists: The 6 Most Awesome Things About Adulthood


Last week I opined on the 6 most terrible, horrible, no good, very bad things about adulthood. But to prove I'm not always a Negative Nancy, here are the 6 things I love the most about being an adult.

1. I can make my own schedule.
Aside from having to be at work every day at the appointed hour, I can pretty much do whatever I want whenever I feel like it. Even though I'm usually in bed by midnight, it's nice to know that I could go to Taco Bell for a 3am burrito if I really wanted to and no one could stop me.

2. Drinking booze openly and unapologetically.
Once upon a time in high school, I decided that it would be a stellar idea to smuggle vodka into a football game. The only empty container I could find was a bottle of EarCare solution. I won't say it didn't work. I mean, I got it in and I totally drank it, but the obvious flaw in this plan was that no one looks cool drinking a bottle of EarCare solution.

3. Roadtrips (and Vacation Pay.)
There is no getting permission from anyone, assuring anyone else that "Yes this trip is totally safe I promise!", coordinating parents talking to parents and scheduling "check-in" phonecalls. I can pretty much pick a place and go. Friend two states away invites you for a weekend? Sure! Let me just use some vacation days so that I can get paid for hanging out with you and I'll be right there.

4. Whippersnappers.
Hanging around with other adults waxing philosophical on how kids today are totally whack and how we were never that rude / lazy / spoiled / gross / whatever when we were that age. Thank you, children, for giving us something to unite against.

5. Not having to get busy in inconvenient places.
Call me a boring old grownup, but I like that I can go home to my own, private space with my own bed in it and um, you know... rearrange the furniture. I know that the movies have glamorized backseat hookups as exciting and sexy, but seriously? That shit is uncomfortable and you know it.

6. I can swear if I want to.
This is awesome for obvious reasons. Fuck.


What are your favorite things about grown-up-ed-ness?

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30 Before 30: Pick your own damn blueberries.


I woke Saturday morning to rain, which threatened to derail my blueberry picking adventure. I called the pick-your-own berry farm that I had carefully selected due to the quality of their website, because that's how everyone picks a berry farm, right? Based on web design? They assured me that they would be opening at 9:30am, later than usual, but that picking would for sure be happening.

The rain quit around 9 and the sun came out. Mama picked me up and we headed about 20 minutes south into farm country, down back roads and between fields to a giant wooden sign shaped like a Strawberry in the middle of nowhere. There was not a soul in sight.

I called the berry farm again. "Hi. We're sitting in front of the giant strawberry at the address on your website and there's no one here?"

"I'm so sorry!" the woman on the phone explaned, "Right after you called the first time, the berry people decided not to open for picking today."

Hrmph.

So I GPS'd my backup berry farm, because I had one of those picked out too, and we hauled off westward another 20 minutes even further into Southern York County.

We arrived to find Blueberry Hill pick-your-own berry farm very much open and staffed by a gaggle of teenage boys with fluorescent orange wands directing traffic (there was no traffic). We let one wave us into the office parking lot, had our buckets weighed, and hopped back in the car and the next little Beiber waved us around to the back of the berry field, where several more ushered us into another parking spot and directed us where to pick.

We spent maybe an hour, surrounded by other happy berry pickers, picking fat, delicious blueberries off bushes so full that they rained fruit when shaken.

We'd brought two 5-gallon buckets and we filled each about half full. We had absolutely no idea what a pound of blueberries was supposed to look like, but that seemed like a good place to stop. We drove our buckets back up to the office to have them weighed again.

19 pounds. That's what 19 pounds of blueberries look like. At $3 per pound.

I bought $57 of friggin' blueberries.

So hey! If ever you're in a blueberry-picking way, may I recommend to you a tupperware container or perhaps an ice cream bucket? Because holy crap.

These are some recipes that I plan to try with my bounty:


Any blueberries left over will be either frozen for later use or frantically shoved into my mouth by the fistful. It's anyone's guess, really.


(30 Before 30 is a list of 30 new things that I want to accomplish before my 30th birthday.)

Gingero.us supports the Declaration of Internet Freedom

Free speech activists, web site owners, internet users, and even some celebrities, have banded together in support of the Declaration of Internet Freedom. The petition calls for free and open access to the web from around the world.

The declaration is pretty straightforward. You can read the full text here.

It boils down to five simple principles.



Expression: Don't censor the Internet. 
Access: Promote universal access to fast and affordable networks. 
Openness: Keep the Internet an open network where everyone is free to connect, communicate, write, read, watch, speak, listen, learn, create and innovate. 
Innovation: Protect the freedom to innovate and create without permission. Don’t block new technologies, and don’t punish innovators for their users' actions. 
Privacy: Protect privacy and defend everyone’s ability to control how their data and devices are used.
Organizations can add their support to the Declaration here. Individuals can add their support on the action pages from AccessACLU, CREDO, EFF or Free Press.

Weekend Linkage: Blueberry mustard hobo portals?


Happy Friday the 13th! This week, we planted some very late container vegetables and tried rather unsuccessfully to ply through the piles of laundry left in the wake of our vacay last week. Photos forthcoming (of vacation, not laundry)!

Mama and I are going to pick blueberries on Saturday and this pie is so totally happening.

Also on the agenda for this summer: making my own mustard. I might even try to get my hands on some mustard plants. I want to do this in the worst way and I cannot explain why I am so excited about it. Yay mustard!

If you live in a water tower, you're probably a hobo. But what if it's this gorgeous?

Yes and Yes: How to Purge Your Closet. Useful!

Eat the Damn Cake: Putting Down the Gun. I relate to this so, so much.

Feministing: In response to 8th grader’s petition, Seventeen magazine agrees not to digitally alter images.

No Meat Athlete: 50 Lessons Learned from 50 Days of Running.

More food porn. I'm hungry.
Budget Bytes: Sweet potato corn cakes with garlic dipping sauce!

My Plastic-Free Life: Midway Journey: A Personal Plea for Your Help
"Near the heart of the Pacific Ocean, Midway Island is one of the most remote places on Earth, and the iconic site of a world-changing naval battle. Today Midway is inhabited by a million Laysan albatrosses-- magnificent and beautiful seabirds who range over the entire Pacific from their home base on the island. Midway is a multi-layered kaleidoscope of natural wonder and human history, and it also serves as a powerful lens into a shocking environmental tragedy: tens of thousands of albatrosses lie dead on the ground, their bodies filled with plastic from the Pacific Garbage Patch."


Portal Gun? Sign me up for two, please.


Portal: Terminal Velocity from Jason Craft on Vimeo.

Have a lovely weekend! Eat lots of blueberries!

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I Make Lists: 6 Incredibly Lame Truths About Adulthood


Even though I am in the home stretch to my 30th birthday, I have never in my life truly felt like an adult. If you put me in the middle of a room with a group of people ten years younger than me on one side and a group ten years older than me on the other side and asked me to identify "my people" I would probably throw myself on the ground, curl up in the fetal position and sob hysterically about how all I really want is a Cookie Dough Blizzard and WHY WON'T YOU TAKE ME TO DAIRY QUEEN YOU ARE SO MEAN.

So.

I'm not really sure at what point I will start to feel like a grown-up. I have owned a house, several cars, been gainfully employed for many years and basically walked the walk. If I don't feel like a grown-up yet I think I probably never will. Maybe when I start needing to get colonoscopies. So not for awhile.

This is a list of six of my least favorite totally lame things about adulthood.

1. Things that were awesome as a teenager make you a loser as an adult.
Sleeping till the afternoon, stealing from your parent's liquor cabinet, bumming cigarettes from strangers outside of convenience stores, watching TV and eating Doritos all day... These things are not only no longer cool, but they will make people actively avoid you. Because you're a hobo.

2. No more free taxis.
As a kid, I knew that I could call Mom and Dad at any hour of the night and they would come get me pretty much wherever I was, even if they weren't happy about it. As an adult, the only time it's really acceptable to make your 'rents come and get you is if you've been mugged, your phone has been stolen and their phone number is the only one you have memorized. Otherwise, refer to #1.

3. Dude, the paperwork.
Medical insurance, auto insurance, life insurance and omg taxes. It would have been nice to be warned about all the forms.

4. Turning down invitations becomes a little more complicated.
"My mom won't let me go out tonight" carries a much different (and weirder) meaning when you're thirty than it did when you were seventeen.

5. Professional Moms are prohibitively expensive.
Need someone to book your Doctor's visits, plan your extracurriculars, coordinate your transportation and make sure you're where you need to be when you need to be there? That's called a Personal Assistant and they probably make more money than you.

6. Your body starts calling the shots.
What's that? You'd like to stay up until 4am drinking whiskey and eating burritos? I'm so sorry, but your aching head and sore knees have other plans and they all involve Ibuprofen and your bed. Also? I feel like maybe it's time that you started covering up more of your ass at the beach so I stuck a few cellulite dimples back there. You're welcome. Sincerely, Your Body.

What about adulthood are you the least thrilled about?

Thanks to Mama's Losin' It for the writing prompt.
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Audrey Haiku #2


Hark, the caterwaul.
Senile cat in tinfoil hat. 
Meow meow meow meow DERP.