Pushrods are what my phone wants to auto correct pushups to. I’m sure they’re a real thing and Celica and Michigan Method and other mechanically sensible individuals will find the word about as amusing as “sparkplug” but anyway, hue. Bushhog.
When Rex wasn’t in jiu-jitsu, i insisted that he do some kind of exercise.
Oh right, kids don’t need to do formal exercise just vigorous play. Well Rex’s idea of vigorous play was riding a bike around in slow circles while singing, or bouncing a ball off his brother’s head.
So i tried just coaxing him through some calisthenics each evening.This usually devolved into either a) shouting b) threatening him with a homemade Weaver stick c) his sister interfering and by interfering i mean doing the exercise next to him more correctly while dressed in footie pajamas & yelling “LOOK AT ME. I DO IT!”
He enjoyed the training sessions nonetheless but seemed to somehow be getting worse at everything, so…
Me: no dessert until you can do ten proper pushups
He didn’t believe that i knew what proper pushups were and we had a bit of discussion about that and by discussion i mean i shouted my fitness and military related accomplishments at him while punching and kicking invisible ninjas but this still failed to convince, so i read him the Army PT test instructions (from the internet not from memory ha I’m not that cool)
Anyway, finally motivated by Easter candy, he passed the test. I thought of follow up challenges like no birthday presents unless he could do ten chinups, for example, but he’s back in jiu-jitsu which is fine pay money to have strangers yell at you, choke you, and browbeat you into shape when you have a perfectly capable father at home.
Push Press: 187.5 x 3
# 18: 425
#15: 505, 525
Rack DL #28: 225,315,385,435