I’m struggling with my bench press. I bench pressed 350lbs in March of 2014 at a while weighing close to 225lbs. Less than thirty days later, I tried to make it 355lbs at the N. Georgia Ox Mover and injured my right pec and rotator cuff. That was the
worst injury I’ve ever had. I heard, my shoulder popping as something wrong happened inside it. I was nauseous and ended up in the emergency room, then in physical therapy.
After a TON of mobility and strengthening, the pain began to go away. But by that time, the left shoulder had started acting up. I never bench without pain now. If I don’t pay attention, I have pain as soon as I touch 135lbs. If I do what I should the night before with stretching etc, I don’t hurt until I get to 250lbs.
At my last two competitions, I barely benched 330lbs. Granted, I weigh less now. I don’t care. I want to get back to where I was, without putting on weight and without fear.
The path to that is long and twisted. I have to push hard, while strengthening the areas that I neglected for far too long. My upper back, my external rotators. My triceps, my forearms. My deltoids. None of these are beach muscles except maybe the delts. They look good in a tank top. But since I don’t wear tank tops, it matters little.
Anyway, my training is often embarrassing. The weight I use is laughable to others in my weight class. I sometimes don’t want to post the videos. But I do. And I will.
Because one day, somebody else might be in the same situation and I want them to see that I am benching 405lbs but that I didn’t start there. That my road was long and twisted. That I got hurt, but didn’t quit. That I pushed and didn’t give up even if I was training alone with no one else to save me if I didn’t get the weight up. That I pushed when it got tough because I tell my children they should and I practice what I preach. That I fought for something that holds importance to only me. Because it is important to me.
So I make videos. Because we have too many people out there who pretend that they sprang fully formed from Zeus’ head, deadlifting 700lbs and bench pressing 400. Who act like they were never the lone lifter in a garage or commercial gym somewhere, hoping against hope that one day they’d make it.
Here’s that video I promised. Watch it. Then watch it again when I get to 405lbs.
Because I will.
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