This has nothing to do with my post today, but I’m a sucker for sight hounds and this is just so darn cute!!
I was a bit rushed writing my meet report yesterday, so I just wanted fill in a few more blanks. The coolest part about the meet and power lifting in general is all the people. It is truly a collaborative sport. People are always willing to help you out, whether it’s questions about training or the random person in the crowd shouting, “WAIT” at then end of your squat to make sure you don’t miss the rack command. Everyone is really in it together. There’s a lot of respect in the group. Mainly because we all know how hard we’ve worked to get there. But don’t get me wrong, we all like to well kick some ass now and then too (even if it’s our own….new PR’s and such).
Speaking of kicking ass, I saw some great lifting at this meet. The one that stands out the most was a deadlift from a master’s female lifter. She had put up good numbers for her squat and bench, but her 3rd deadlift attempt was 315 which is a good amount of weight. This woman was not your typical looking powerlifter. She was at least six feet tall and was in the 165 lb weight class! So she had to lift this 315 lbs about 4 feet before she could lock it out. Oh man, did she ever dig deep. She got the weight about ¾ of the way up before it started slowing down and then it almost stopped. She was pulling so hard, for second I didn’t think there was anyway she was going to make it. But she just kept pulling…all the way to the top. I was so impressed! I don’t know if I could have stuck it out like that. There were tons of other great lifts too, but I won’t drone on forever.
Despite all the positives at this meet, there were also a few negatives for me. My jaw really hurt after the meet and is still sore three days later. I’m looking into some different mouth guards because there is just no way I can go through this for every meet. I also had a twinge of…boredom….I guess you would call it. I’ve always been one to get bored…hence my many phases in life- distance running, triathlete, boot camp, at-home video fitness charade, and the list goes on. I don’t want power lifting to be one of those phases, but I came close to the old ‘3 and out’ the other day. I woke up on Sunday after the meet feeling like crap, hurting everywhere and wondering why the heck I would want to do that all over again. The long workouts, being worthless every week night after I get home from the gym, the nasty pre-workout drinks, the sleepless nights, the anxiety, the disappointment, etc. If I wasn’t already committed to the RUM in January, I might have even entertained that thought a bit longer. But I am, so I didn’t. And now I’m starting to get back in touch with that drive that keeps me going…another 20 pounds on my squat, a 325 deadlift? It’s worth sticking it out for…for now anyway.
That’s also what got me back in the gym yesterday. I wish I could tell you that I had a great workout that got me really fired up to be training again, but I didn’t. I had a long, rough attempt at volume. The idea was to bench 5×10 at 115, but I just didn’t have it in me. My back was a bit sore and my tris were still a bit achy. I crapped out on the third set. I finished up the last 2 sets at 95 pounds and then hobbled over to do some dips. I thought 5×10 bw dips would be easy considering I was doing tons of weighted dips before the meet. Nope, those even sucked. Then it was 3 sets of pull ups…..seriously….brutal. By the time I got to 3×10 dumbbell rows, I was beaten. I just grabbed a 40 lb dumbbell and cranked them out as quickly as I could. I just needed to stop the bleeding. Hopefully my squat workout tonight will be a different story.