So I stacked my steely log up to 195lbs and manged to press out five reps at the end of a pretty brutal workout. I'm really trying to get the technique down here. At last year's comp in Ft Worth I had only worked out with a log once before and hadn't a clue what 220lbs was going to feel like. I got two reps with it and thought I was going to die and that was the first event of the day. Last year I was just trying to muscle the damn thing up over my head. I've found that it's all done with leg drive and leverage. This year I've been focusing on getting my squats "faster" to improve my drive speed all the way through the lift. This turned out to be very useful pressing overhead last night. I'm gunning for six reps under the log this year at the comp. That should be good enough to keep me in the running for a top three finish.
I talked to our fleet manager yesterday about finding a six hundred pound tire to train with. He gave me a strange look, but fortunately the guy has a since of humor. He ended up calling his tire vendors to find out which ones they used would be close to the right weight. Then he starts calling yards to track down an old one. Last I heard he thinks we have one here in the snyder yard. Hopefully I'll have some heavy rubber to train with by this weekend.
I think if I can get some time with a tire, the log, and my farmers walk, I may be able to at least compete this year.
PS - had five beers last night after my workout. Didn't sleep for crap and was pissing all night. And it screwed up my eating schedule. How did I ever do that on a daily basis?
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Yeah. i've been keeping the drinking under pretty tight control, but i still haven't broken free from the chooba. halfway through working on floors yesterday i started going psychotic/bipolar, so i went out to the car and got my last dip. Can's cashed, and i'm determined not to buy any more. i'm anticipating an antsy couple of days if i have to work on that floor by myself. Prayers please.
Anyway, NO MORE HIGH BEER COUNTS, BUB!! And good job on the pressouts. Makes me tweak to think about it. i can't believe it's taken you four years to get around to asking about tires whilst working in a big-tire-turnover-factory. Bizarre.
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