Yeah straining is a key point.
I like the Dave Tate definition of ME…
""After 405 pounds, I sat down and Rob said, “Man, that looked like shit.” I didn’t argue because I knew it was true. I just wanted to leave.
“So what’s next Dave? 455?” asked Rob.
I gave him the best “go fuck yourself” look I could muster.
“Dude, 455 is my PR,” I said. “You expect me to hit my PR on a day where I feel like shit?”
“So, you’re not even going to try?” asked Rob. “What are you, a pussy?”
I could feel him getting into my head, but I was having nothing to do with it.
“Maybe I’ll try 425,” I said cautiously.
Rob gave me a real condescending look and said, “Dave, you’ve got 400 pounds on a bar and you’re going to put a couple of fucking dimes on there?”
He got me.
“You’re right,” I said. I called for 455.
After four unsuccessful tries getting it started, it finally moved, and after what seemed like an hour later, I finally locked it out. When it was over I was seeing stars and my ribs were killing me.
I stumbled down beside Rob and he said, “Dude, that was really stupid.”
I could barely speak, but mumbled my agreement.
“I think you got another 20 more pounds in you,” said Rob.
Motherfucker.
I was beyond done for the day, but by saying that, he started a little war inside my head. On my right shoulder was the angel, saying I was already a mess and 20 more pounds would probably kill me ? but on my left was the devil, saying I should just go for it. In my case, the devil usually won out.
The next thing I knew they had 475 pounds loaded for me on the bar. I figured since it’s already loaded, I really didn’t have much choice in the matter.
After what must have been an hour of me straining to even get the weight moving, I somehow managed to get it up to lockout before collapsing into the chains.
I was a mess. My back was screaming, and there was blood coming out of my nose. The whole gym looked out of focus as I stumbled down next to Rob on the bench.
“Dude,” Rob said, “that was really, really, fucking stupid. I think you got 20 more.”
That’s max effort work. You have a close to PR set, a PR set, a stupid set, and a really fucking stupid set.“”