Warning! Boring story about my bench! Read only if ready to go to sleep!
I mention in the previous post that bench has always been enigmatic for me. This is a brief history of that…
When I was a kid (upto 11 1/2 years old), I could not do a single pushup or situp. I was a typical kid…spent lots of time outside, running, playing, climbing, etc… I just didn’t have the strength. Telling my wife this, oneday, she suggested that it might be resultant of my apparent Aspergers. Low muscle tone is a symptom of Autism. I can’t say that is truly why, but I was no less active than any other kid. So, not being able to do a pushup, or situp, when I was almost 12, would indicate that something was going on.
Just before turning 12 I decided that I wanted to be able to do both. My dear Dad showed me how I could do partial weight pushups…put my legs, from mid thigh down, on the bed (low bunk bed) and do them that way. As I got stronger, I could move more and more of my body off of the bed. At the same time, I started working on situps, using a situp board, with a belt to hold my feet, and God awful form. Long story short, just before turning 14, I completed my 1st set of pyramid pushups. Basically, you get up, do one rep, go to knees. 2 seconds later, get up, do 2 pushups, back to knees. 2 seconds, up 3 and so on. This went on until we had finished a set of 15. I did every one of them, perfect form. That same year, I got bored one night, got on my situp board and did 1220 straight situps. The only reason I stopped was that the vinyl cover on the board had rubbed the skin off of my tailbone. Yes, I was hyperfocused…also an Autie trait.
At that time, my bench was just over 100#. I started going in early to school and using the weight room. At the end of my sophomore year I finally managed to press 225#. That was an ENORMOUS day for me. I had dreamt of getting 2-45s on each side. By the time I was graduating, I had moved upto to 290-295#. That is when it got weird.
When I arrived at college, 3 months later, even though I had been working out, I could only max 260#. By the time the semester ended, I was down to 245#. I ended up abandoning school and football and went back home. (Not because of my bench
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3 years later I had become a cop and started working out again, with some fellow officers. Over the next year my bench went up to 300#. I stopped lifting at 22 and didn’t start back until I was 27, after having moved to OK. I worked out for about 18-20 months and got my bench up to 320#, but stopped after a surgery put me out of action for better than a month.
Since then, I have worked out off and on with a home gym and dumbbells. Nothing heavy enough to make me really stronger, but enough to help me in my aim…losing weight. Now, a decade after I last worked out for strength, and 5 days from 40, while my max is not back at 320#, I feel stronger than I ever have. Achier, yes…slower to recover, yes…more prone to injury, yes…but stronger nonetheless.
Life is a weird thing. After hitting 315#, a decade ago, all I could think of was 405#. I really didn’t think that I would ever get there. Now, in middle age, I know that I will. So much for the confidence of youth and the reserve of age.
Sorry for the long boring story…