[quote]RIT Jared wrote:
#2: The Very Upsetting Spotting Technique
I was going through my TBT workout this summer and watching these two clowns do their “Chest” workout, which was a conglomeration of awkward flye movements and dumbell bench lockouts. I say “dumbell bench lockouts” because they were only really utilizing the top 5-6 inches of their range of motion. Anyway, last but not least, barbell bench press.
Let me just prefix this by saying that I think EVERYONE knows basically how to spot a bench press, and if you don’t, then the first time you walk into a commercial gym, you will see the technique repeated about a thousand times an hour. On most benches there is even a spotter’s platform so there is no confusion as to where s/he should stand.
I had just started one of my last sets of lateral raises when something caught my eye from the general vacinity of the bench pressers. I regained my concentration, finished my reps, and set the weights on the floor. I then glanced over at the bench press and what I saw can only be described as the gayest thing I have ever willingly looked at.
Dude #1 is bench pressing-- shoddy half-reps with a little over 175lbs. Bar is wobbling. Feet are dancing around on the floor. Hips thrust skyward with every exertion. Face torqued like he’s trying to date-rape a rhinoceros. Pretty normal.
Dude # 2 is spotting, not from the designated spotting platform, mind you, but STRADDLING Dude #1’s abdomen region. His motivational banter ranges from “Do it! Comeon!” to “Yeah buddy, hit that shit!”.
I sure hope they wiped the bench down when they were done.[/quote]
You think THAT’s gay? Have I got a story for you…
I lifted at a small college gym, and it was good. There were one or two somewhat strong people there, I was weak but getting stronger, there was a power rack, and there were kettlebells, and it was good. Then we built an oly lifting platform and the gym bought bumper plates, and it was very good. And then a freshman shows up.
He is a HIT Jedi - at 6’ tall, he weighs a hulking 155 pounds of Arthur Jones-forged muscle. He does not perform olympic lifts or powerlift because he wants functional muscle, not muscle for lifting heavy weights. He has squatted - GASP! - 135 pounds for 50 reps! [Best I ever saw him do was less than 20, 20-rep squat style]. Purros Dimas has got nothin’ on this guy.
All this by way of prelude. Now, the gayness cometh… [Not that there’s anything wrong with that!]
Everything is just honky-dory until he decides to teach one of the other freshman how to lift. They go through all the obligatory cornerstones of functional fitness - the curl, the triceps pressdown, and so on… Then, they both squat.
I have just finished doing your average oly back squats; not particularly impressive, ass-to-grass and flat-backed with a fast descent and rise. Sets of 1-5. A few reps are heavy and the pins are set just in case. After the Jedi Master finishes giving grief about squatting so fast and for low reps, they start to squat in the power cage.
It starts out pretty good. HIT Neophyte steps under the squat bar, which has been loaded to 135 pounds, unracks it awkwardly on nonexistent traps (oly pulls and deadlifts are not functional), and starts to descend. He goes deep - not ass-to-grass, but below parallel. His back rounds as he slowly passes parallel, and he wobbles.
But he is not alone in his hour of need! The HIT Jedi is squatting in tandem with him, just a few inches behind him, crowding the power cage, hands poised right by the squatter’s… ‘hips.’
He makes the rep. At first the spotting is silent. After a couple more reps there is spoken encouragement:
‘You got it.’
‘Come on.’
Pretty normal. Another rep or two, and he starts shouting:
‘Good!’
‘Push through it!’
The bar slows down, and the bar path starts wobbling all over the place. Back rounds something nasty and leans forward to a PL angle at Oly depth. Still the Jedi does not spot his partner, but simply remains poised with his hips right behind his partner’s ass… sorta savoring the moment, I guess. The encouragement gets more vocal:
‘PUSH IT!’
‘COME ON, HARDER!’
I kid you not. Not a lot of things could distract me from an oly workout, but that was most definitely worth it. Later, they held 45 pound plates on raised knees for time. Good exercise, but the dialogue was inevitably:
‘GET IT UP! COME ON, GET IT UP! KEEP IT UP THERE! YEAH!’