Beginner in the gym – sparring partner

Who is a sparring partner? Simply the one who will go to practice with you. It will be a person who will train just as much or much like you, who will motivate you, what will help you in the series, what will squeeze the last drops of strength out of you when you no longer have them. He will be the one on whom your life will depend when you lie on a bench-press bench under a barbell. The one who will stand behind you and secure you during heavy squats. So this is a sparring partner.

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I’ve really replaced a lot of sparring partners in the last few years. But I would mention two extremely “successful” ones. The first is Martin. A boy 6 years older than me. When I started going to the gym (as I have written many times, sometimes around the age of 11), he was the first person I met there. He was training with his friend, and from my point of view it was an absolutely soaked animal. When I was 15, he was 21 and on his less than 170cm he weighed about 100kg. I remember watching him once on a bench under 140 kg. The burden seemed inhuman to me, and it never occurred to me in my life that I would even get a little closer to it. Another 5 years passed, Martin got married, had a child and his training went to hell. He stopped training and his weight settled at 80 kilograms. That was last summer, when I lost my then sparring partner and looked for a new one. It didn’t give me much persuasion, and Martin was already “pounding” me with it like in the good old days. At the end of the holidays, he settled in the bench-press at 140 kg for honest complete repetitions, I a little higher at 163 kg. I will never forget those two months of joint training. I haven’t experienced anything harder until then. It was like a trip to hell, but at the same time it was the best thing that could have happened to both of us. I saw my ancient role model in it, even though I was already taller in strength and volume. He saw in me someone he wanted to catch up with at all costs. During training, the word “lose weight” did not exist for us, I always heard only “we will give more” and “again more”! When I ran out of energy, all he had to do was shout, and it went on again. The others in the gym always looked at us like two from a completely different world. Confidence? That was 110%.

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At the end of the holidays we practiced Power Factor Training. Bench-press – 180kg … five, six, seven reps, Martin is standing over me and I know I can count on it. But it’s not enough, so his hands can still be behind his back. 195? Well, why not … Six repetitions, but the last three were at my limit. His series followed and then me again. I wanted to leave what was there, but Martin started adding slightly. I looked at him with a question in my eye … “203 you will!” That was not a question. That was a statement. He stood behind me and waited. At that time I weighed 80kg, my personal deadlift record was just that 203kg. On the bench down it was 163kg. If you’ve ever done Power Factor Training, you know that in a critical position, you just need to drop the barbell one inch lower and that no one will take it off you in your life. You can’t afford such training with sparring, which you see for the first time in your life. Here you have to have a person behind you who you believe as much as you believe yourself. His hesitation could easily mean your death. Therefore, his concentration must be at a maximum, he must be able to do anything for your successful performance. He must be able to shout properly, he must be able to drive you to that performance. And that’s how I had it. Even though I was scared like never before in my life, I trusted him that if I got in trouble, he would help me somehow. Martin helped me lift the barbell. One, two … “Either go ahead or go!” Three … And I don’t know anymore. I started to notice after a few minutes, I was lying on the ground and I was wearing a wet towel … Just as I opened my eyes, another slap came in, which Martin made sure I was doing … “Dude, you gave them seven!”. Here you have to have a person behind you who you believe as much as you believe yourself. His hesitation could easily mean your death. Therefore, his concentration must be at a maximum, he must be able to do anything for your successful performance. He must be able to shout properly, he must be able to drive you to that performance. And that’s how I had it. Even though I was scared like never before in my life, I trusted him that if I got in trouble, he would help me somehow. Martin helped me lift the barbell. One, two … “Either go ahead or go!” Three … And I don’t know anymore. I started to notice after a few minutes, I was lying on the ground and I was wearing a wet towel