So it’s official. I am now a power lifter. Was this determined by the amount of weight I lift or the ferocity with which I do it? No. Absolutely not. I achieved official power lifting status today because I ripped my first callus. Yeah…I was pretty excited. Oh I’ve had callused, peeling man-hands for months now (they’re really not that bad ladies….do not run to the store to buy gloves or worse, quit lifting all together because I said you were going to get man hands!).
Could be worse….there is no cure for true man hands- fake nails, baubles….no help.
Anyone remember Fergie from her Kids Incorporated days? Back when she was cute and not quite so….plastic.
I had yet to tear a callus totally off….untill tonight that is. I had two casualties tonight…yep, not one but two. Unfortunately, there was no blood or anything all that exciting really. Just two big, chalky hunks of skin that I ripped off with my teeth and spit on the ground (gross, I seriously did not do that…I just tore them off when I got home). I should have kept them and framed them like the first dollar that a new business earns, but that would be even more strange. Almost as strange as my bf saving a chunk of our dog’s tail that he lopped off in the door for three years before I finally found it and tossed it out. Oh…how I wish that one wasn’t true.
So my current state of illness found me snot faced and coughing in the gym tonight. I didn’t care though. I needed to do something besides sit at home (or at work) and be sick. So I OD’ed on cough medicine and hit the gym. It was 5×5 squats at 170 first. After feeling like 165 was a ton of bricks last week, I was expecting 170 to be fairly challenging. It really wasn’t that bad though. I was getting tired by the last rep on the first set, and I think I went to my typical cop-out and shorted the depth. Grrr. So since I wasn’t really struggling with the weight (more the endurance), I made sure to push the depth on all the reps, especially the last one. It was reassuring to see that no matter how far down I went, it wasn’t any harder to get back up*. This was “Ah Ha” moment #1 for me tonight.
“Ah Ha” moment #2 came during deadlifts. I had 3 sets of 5 at 225 to do. I had only done 1 set of 5 at 225 before this and it almost killed me so I knew it was going to be tough. I made the mistake of whining about it to one of the trainers in the gym and saying I had to lift 225 15 times. “In a row?”, he asked. No…of course not, 3×5. Then he went on to tell me that he could do 15 reps in a row at 225 pounds with his feet so close together they were almost touching while standing on a bumper plate. Thanks….ass. So I went back to my 3 sets of 5. It was hard, as expected. But the harder the reps got, the more I realized that my back strength was not going to get me through it. And….I realized that if I kept my butt down and used my legs more….it was actually easier. (I know….how did I get this far without figuring that out*?) When I pull with my back, it hurts like a mofo. But when I use my legs…they just kind of go numb…no big deal, right? Right. Hence, “Ah Ha” moment #2. What a night.
*I have been told these things numerous times by very smart and experienced folks. My trainer reminds of these things constantly, but why would I believe him? I had to figure it out the hard way and all on my own, of course.