On Friday, Bobby asked me, “What are we going to do today Jules?” I said, “Let’s run ‘er up.” I also told him we weren’t pushing the prowler that day which made him especially happy. Anyways.
Last fall, Bobby (at age 47) squatted a PR of 375 at a meet in Ft. Worth. We then switched gears and got him ready for the Texas State Weightlifting meet where he also kicked ass. After that, life hit. He had a few medical issues along with plain ‘ol adult life taking over and training backed off a bit. He kept training, but at lower weights and he hit the prowler a couple times a week. We wanted to just let him recover from pushing so hard for the last nine months.
So yesterday was the first time we worked up to a heavy single since his meet. 280# looked a little tough but he really wanted 300 so we kept going. 290 looked better and he popped out of the hole on 300 so easily that we decided to go up one more time. You’ll hear my reaction to an easy 310 at the end. We stopped there. Why? A) because getting greedy in a dumb way tends to bite you in the ass and 2. Bobby has a full weekend of activities and drive time and needs to be worth a shit this weekend. Remember, 47 year olds recover a little differently than a 27 year old.
Anyways, working with Bobby this last year has been something to look forward to each Mon/Wed/Fri. He’s not only a client but a good friend and I’ll miss him. It’ll be pineapples without him.