Two days ago I pressed 14x165lbs, a PR, and thought that the next day I would test pressing 185lbs, see if I’d be able to get it for ten reps which too would be a PR.
Eating garbage before yesterday’s pressing, the choice I made, I only hit it for eight, a PR tie.
Wouldn’t you know that I dreamt of pressing last night!
185lbs felt light as a feather, nearing the tenth rep the dream became lucid and I started using form that is beyond my flexibility levels in real life.
Realizing I had control I just kept pressing.
10 became 20, 20, became 30, at 35 I decided it was going to be all fast olympic presses with a big layback, continental pressing, actually resting the bar on my upper ribcage of all places between reps.
Big layback!
I found a real strong groove, pressed while laughing about how ugly the form I was choosing to use was.
During reps 47, 48, and 49, I cleaned the form up, on rep 50 I did that silly looking pushing of the head through that some people are apt to do.
It’s a lucid dream, then like with my real life pushups I said “and for good measure”, clicked my heels together to military attention, and pressed a crisp, pretty, perfect military form rep (the bar moving around the jaw, not tilting the head back a tad) that even the strictest of 1800s british weightlifting judges would pass with a “good show” while smoking on a pipe.
Then I woke up.
Shall I press today?
When shall I hit 10×185?
We shall see.
Regardless the answer is soonest.
I can taste pressing 10x225lbs off of a heave.
Persistence & Tenacity