Dude, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me. Thanks.
Been using different trainer in past week, regular trainer has erratic schedule. Did lower body today - surprising, mid week is usually upper. Introduced to a 14 yr old boy, he’s been doing some wrestling football & stuff at school, just started weight training 2 weeks ago. We’re training together.
Squats. Safety bar on monolift. Start with bar on bottom of chain, get up. Triples. Empty bar, easy. Ten lbs on each end. Twenty. Kid is struggling, but keeping up. Twenty five. Thirty five. Getting tough, we’re both getting all 3. Forty five. Tough. Trainer tells me I’m leaning forward, got to concentrate. Fifty five. Kid makes faces, but gets all 3 up. I get under. One. God, it’s tough, barely make it up. Two. Trainer’s screaming “PAUSE!!!” I pause, then push, bar creeps up. Then down. Three. Push - nothing. Push - nothing. PUSHHHHH - forget it. Trainer’s telling me I did fine, tough set, yadda yadda. Personally, I hate it.
Reverse hyper. Kid never did them. Some weight, but he does them. No problem for me. Add a bit more, we both do it.
Hams. He does GHR. I have to do leg ext. Kid makes it look so easy. Six months training here and I still can’t do GHR. Me: “Sure wish I was strong enough for that.”
Trainer: “It’s not a matter of strength. Your hams are just too tight.”
Me: “Well, what do we do to loosen them?”
Trainer “Make them stronger.”
Huh???
Finally trainer rolls the tire out onto the sidewalk. The BIG tire. The one weighing at least 300 lbs, probably 400. Flip it 5 times. Kid goes to it. He gets it up, pushes, gets it over. Repeat. Tough, but he makes it.
My turn. I reach down . . . wait. The treads go all the way to the pavement. Can’t get finger underneath. “GET UNDER IT!!!” I grab tread, deadlift, and . . . it just comes up a few inches. Harder. Get knees under. Grab. Straining with everything I have. Get it more or less up. Push - it outweighs me - PUSH - it goes over.
“Don’t curl it!” he says. “Push it!!!” I try again. It nearly buries me into the pavement. Harder . . . harder . . . HARDER. Somehow, get it over. It’s taking every goddamn shred of strength I have. I’m yelling. I’m pissed. Harder, harder. . . .
Finally do it. God, I am so PO’d.
Trainer says something about psychological . . . I have to learn to strain or something. What the bloody fuck did he think I was doing?
Thirty eight fucking years of hard, hard training with weights . . . and I’m still not as strong as a 14 yr old.