Okay…the extreme nervousness has started again. I have one more workout and five more days until my next meet. It sort of hit me like a ton of bricks last night. Oh sh*t…..I have a meet this weekend. What if I miss the calls? What if I can’t lift my openers? What if I don’t feel good? What if I catch the mother of all colds that my bf is spreading around my house (seriously, I didn’t know a person could produce that much snot). AAaaaahhhhhh! The doubts are piling up faster than I can handle, hence the sweaty palms. So, I’m on a search for that little calming voice in the back of my mind…..
So the voices in my head sound like Tinkerbell….don’t judge.
I’m just trying to remind myself of how hard I’ve worked and that it’s sure to pay of f in the end (well, it better, that’s all I’m sayin). I have a pretty good feel for all the calls. My openers all felt very doable last week- the squat being the easiest which is great. Going in to my last meet, I was by far the most nervous about my squat. I feel like my squat has done a complete 180 for this meet. My bench feels about the same. And deadlifting just feels heavy, as always. It’s an uncomfortable lift, but for me it’s the least technical. Not as much to worry about…except hitching of course. (Hitching is when you use your thighs to work the bar farther up your legs- highly effective, and highly illegal). I guess, as long as I can do better than I did at the last me, I’ll be happy.
Aside from that, I had a nice and quiet weekend at home. We stayed in due to the aforementioned snot monster that has invaded our lives. But it gave me a chance to knock out a few sewing projects (again, don’t judge), bake some cookies, exterminate a hornets nest….ahhhh, good times.