I feel like I’ve had a discouraging day in the world of lifting. It’s hard to stay focused and motivated every day. I’ve been doing a relatively good job lately, but I’m a fragile flower and it doesn’t take much to derail me. Luckily, I suffered only minor setbacks today.
I started off my day at a 6:45 am meeting where the first person I ran into started talking to me about lifting. First he started with the cliche….”I don’t want to say anything to make you mad or you’ll beat me up!” Okay, let’s just clear this up. I’m not a wrestler, or an MMA bad ass. I have zero nunchuck skills. I lift poor, lifeless, unexpecting weights off the floor. They don’t even have any limbs to fight back with. So unfortunately, I probably couldn’t kick your ass….although I’d really enjoy that. THEN he says, “you know, for being a power lifter, you actually look pretty good. Not like Helga or anything.” Seriously. Not all female lifters look like this:
These ladies are surely stronger than me….doing sets of volume with my max.
I’m constantly reminding people that I have been the heaviest female in every meet I’ve been to (all 2 of them). Sometimes by 20 pounds. So you don’t have to be huge to be strong. And if you’re not on steroids, you won’t turn out looking like a man (usually not anyway). It’s a well established stereotype though, and I’m sure I’ll fight it for as long as I associate myself with this crazy sport. I also got challenged to an arm wrestling match later in the afternoon. Sorry, power lifting does not transform me into Sly Stallone’s protegé in Over the Top.
Only airbrushing could to this image justice….ahhhh, the 80’s.
I do actually have a workout to talk about today too. Just as I suspected…squats and deadlifts. It was 3 rep max day….with extra ego. I started out at 95 and worked my way up. I got 3 reps at 200 and felt okay (a HUGE PR for me!). So then ray slaps on 25 more pounds and throws me to the wolves. I went from feeling really good about my lift, to feeling like a weakling instantly. I had nothing on 225, not today anyway. The 315 pound walk outs afterwards didn’t feel so great either. Then it was on to deficit dead lifts (stand on a few plates to make it a wee bit harder). I did 1 rep at 135, 185, 225, and 255 and then went back down to 225 for 3 reps. I’m really hoping all these crazy deadlift variations help my lift. I will only deadlift heavy once more before my next meet. That means a total of 2 times deadlifting heavy since my last meet. I’m skeptical at best.
At this point in my lift, my body felt pretty good. I was tired, but I wasn’t hurting. So I did some reverse hyper extensions which also felt easy. And then on to some ab stuff. Yeah….this is where is got ugly. First off my toes were cramping SO BAD that I could hardly stand it. They had started to cramp during my first set of squats and just kept getting worse with every set. At least they took my mind off the pain in my core….I guess. Nothing like an hour 2 minutes of planks to end a work out. The full load of all the weight I had just moved hit me like a ton of bricks after those planks. Tired. Everywhere.
Have a great weekend everyone. I have to be out of town all day Friday so I won’t be lifting (or posting).