I HAVE often been asked what it feels like to press 350 pounds with one hand, and perhaps to my readers the different sensations experienced will be interesting. In the first place, immediately I start to press the weight away from the shoulder I become perfectly oblivious to everything except the weight that I am lifting. The spectators are obliterated from my mind by the effort of intense concentration which is necessary to enable me to press the weight. I immediately engage myself in a terrific struggle in which the weight and I are competitors, and only one can win, either the weight must be lifted or else I fail. This concentration is, of course, one of the secrets of success in lifting, as I have explained in another part of my book. It enables me to bring forward the last ounce of pushing power, and for the time being to exert strength beyond that normally possessed.
As the weight steadily rises aloft, perhaps half way it wavers, the balance alters, and I immediately, yet very carefully and quietly, have to ad- just my position to the altered balance of the bell. Then I proceed with the press, my body gradually falling lower towards the left knee, my eyes fixed all the time upon the ponderous weight balanced over my head, ready to fall at a moment’s notice should I weaken or place myself in a false position, and should at this moment anyone shout out, it might startle me, make me waver, and cause the weight to fall. Therefore, if I am attempting a world’s record in this position, I generally ask for complete silence until I have either failed or succeeded, and I mention here that to think of failure is to fail, and I always tell myself all the time that I am certain to succeed, even though I am attempting a weight more than I have hitherto lifted. Eventually, my arm is straight, and before coming to an upright position I engage in another tussle with the enormous bar bell, in which I have to exert all my will power to hold together the flagging powers of tired muscles, which have been strained by the tremendous pressure which 350 pounds brings on to them in the effort of pressing aloft. By supreme effort of the will I fix the bell in a good position and then stand up- right. Often the bar will roll onto the fingers instead of being directly over the wrist, in which case severe pain is inflicted, and I have to persevere with the lift under doubly hard conditions, or else drop the weight and try again.
It’s a fantastic piece isn’t it?
Saxon is a fun read.
He really is, isn’t he? I love his no nonsense attitude!
I have to admit. Saxon, very practical and conservative. For sheer theatrics, I like reading Sandow. Even how he died was dramatic.
I wonder, have you read the other first era strong men? Louis Cyr, Georg Hackenschmidt et. al?