It's harder yet to lift correctly. Aside from being in uncomfortable positions, you have to obsess over annoying technical points. So now you're uncomfortable, and instead of thinking of finding comfort, you have to push your knees out, or squeeze your shoulder blades together, or flex your butt cheeks. Then too, if you're doing it right, you have to wonder if perhaps you're going to get crushed.
And when you're thinking in terms of crushing or being crushed, it becomes a matter of attitude.
I won't say that I do it the right way, but rather that my way works for me. If attitude is teachable, I don't know how to do it. I try to show it and see what happens.
After waking up way too early, again, today, I checked my e-mail and was elated to find that Mike T. has at least one important aspect of attitude nailed: making shit out of training partners. Mike sent our group of lifters this picture of me, obviously completely authentic and undoctored in any way.
How he got it, I don't know. I don't remember it which makes me think it must have been off Sao Paulo about 6 years ago. Hey, not only was I younger, I was also drinking can after can of Caracu.
So it goes.
What I have to say to Mike is that now when I get out of bed and don't even bother pumping up with an air squat, I look like this:
I train people at 4:30 am now. This automatically leads to correct attitude:
|First ever 4:30 am class.|