Life has been one giant roller coaster for me these days. I’m in the midst of wedding planning (3 weeks out), training for a meet (5 weeks out) and remodeling my kitchen. Crazy huh? Yeah, story of my life. I wish I could say it’s all falling into place, but it’s more like it’s all crashing into a place…not necessarily the right place, just a place. I’m fine with that though. Luckily, I’m at a point in my life where not everything has to be perfect. One of my alltime favorite quotes- “Perfectionism and loneliness are intimately related.” Couldn’t be more true! Don’t get me wrong, there are a few things that I still cling to, but I’m picking my battles. I the most picky when it comes to me- the dress, my shoes, my hair, veil, etc. The decorations, the pictures, the timeline….eh. It will all work out somehow. People spend months planning/worrying over little details that typically end up getting tossed out in the end anyway. I’m just worried about the big picture….like how I plan to demolish my kitchen and then have it all put back together by July 29th. No biggie. The most wonderful part of all of this is that my fiance has been a champ through every step of the way. Every day closer to the wedding we get, the more he shines (okay that’s off the cheese meter). It’s true though!! I couldn’t be happier.
With everything that’s been going on, my workouts have somewhat landed on the back burner. I’m still getting them in, but some days I’m just not as into it as I should be….and it shows. On tuesday I had the most amazing bench workout that I’ve had in a long time. I felt strong, stronger than my bench has in a long time. Then on Wednesday…..the doom of deadlifting came over me. I couldn’t lift anything to save my life. I doubled 250 just fine, but then I just fell apart. I was supposed to do 1×2 at 270 and couldn’t even budge it. I tried it 3 different times because it was just so frustrating. I should be able to do it…..nothing. So then I tried to move on with my workout and do the 9×3 at 225 that I had on the books. Nope, couldn’t even do that. It was the most depressing workout that I’ve had in months. I left the gym in a ball of tears and went home to whine to the fiance. Then the next day, I went to the gym and cranked out my close grip bench workout like it was no big deal. I’m not sure what the hang up is with my deadlift, but it definitely needs help. I need to read deadlifting for dummies….is there such a thing?
Tonight is another squat workout. Friday is now my heavy squat day. It’s a hard workout, but a very rewarding one. I feel like a real powerlifter after I finish it. I’m not so excited about having to spend my Friday nights in the gym, but it’s worth it in the end. My goal for next week is to leave my vajajay at home on Deadlift day and to finally get back into a cardio groove. I’ve been putting it off for WAY too long now!!
Anyone that has had any sort of experience in the restaurant industry knows that it is an alternate universe. Things happen in restaurants (especially kitchens) that would never be allowed to go down in the real world. One of the cool parts about my first job was that we served in teams. There was a front waiter (the girl) that hung out on the dining room floor and watched the customers eat, and the back waiter (the guy) that carried the food and the heavy trays full of dirty dishes. The set up and tear down work was also divided in a similar manner. The official term was Chick work and Dick work. Girls folded napkins, set silverware, and decorated buffet tables. Boys carried things, moved furniture, and got sweaty. It was awesome and so not PC. I loved it though. It’s something that I’ve held onto throughout my life. Of course, I worked in other restaurants where this was not at all the case. But at home….it’s a whole different story.
My generation is filled with feminists and strong, independent women. I applaud them, but I am not one of them. Don’t get me wrong, I like being able to vote and have a career. I would, however, at a moment’s notice quit my job and be the best housewife on the planet. I would bake, do dishes, sew, and garden all day long. But I would not and do not pick up heavy things, weed whack, mow the lawn, or shovel. I’m certainly capable of doing these things, but I have no interest in it. I realize that the roles of two individuals in any relationship are incredibly unique. Some guys cook (even bake). Some girls have no issue with hefting around furniture or mowing the lawn. That’s great! I just decided early on that it wasn’t for me.
I, of course, make an exception to my rule of not lifting heavy things while I’m in the gym. In fact, it’s just the opposite- the heavier the better. So where does that leave me? Incredibly unaware of the real life application of the strength that I have acquired. I don’t think twice about schlepping my insanely over packed reusable grocery bags, or loading garden supplies in the back of my station wagon. Could other people do this stuff so easily….maybe not. It’s very reassuring when I see guys that have trouble doing things that I didn’t even think twice about. Like this weekend, I went tubing. You don’t think about the physical nature of tubing until you’re out on the water getting the crap kicked out of you. You’re hanging on to a wet, slippery handle for dear life and very thankful for your ability to keep hanging on. Some people, even some guys would not be able to do it. I saw one poor weakling this weekend that clearly did not have the strength to lift his own body weight much less hang onto the tube for any length of time. Those are the moments that I appreciate the real life applications of powerlifting. It may be as simple as a festive, holiday ass-kicking on a tube, but I’m very glad that I can do it.
I hope you all had a great holiday weekend! Anyone else notice the many great benefits of lifting in odd applications?
So how does one end up with bruises like these after a workout? Leave it to me of course. I don’t normally do a full body scan after my workouts, but I noticed these bruises in after my workout last night. I’m not sure if my shoulders always look like this after I bench, or if it was just the mother of all bench workouts that I did yesterday that put me over the edge? I’m going to have to check next week to see if they show up again. Getting bruises and battle scars from lifting can actually be pretty cool. I’m not sure how cool armpit bruises from benching are, but a big old stripe across the back of your neck from benching….that’s cool. I’ve had that one a few times now. Those are always neat because you can see the knurling in the bruise. And of course, the most common weight lifting injury are the chunks of flesh left on the deadlift bar. Deadlifting is notorious for tearing up people’s shins. I have never actually lost any skin to deadlifting, but I’ve definitely come home with a few bruises. The thing about deadlifting, is that you can tear up your shins with just about any weight. So it can be misleading.
This was done with a whopping 135 pounds in a crossfit gym…..see.
I was talking with a fellow powerlifter (a guy) after the gym last night, and I mentioned by benching bruises. I also mentioned my previous squatting bruises and my theory on deadlifting injuries. His repsonse….”where have you been all my life?” My answer….”in the gym!” Come on guys…..give us girls some credit! I know I can’t lift as much as most full grown men (teenagers on the other hand….), but occasionally move some weight around. And more importantly, I can spot a sissy in the gym (guy or girl) from a mile away!!!
Have I mentioned that I spent the first 10 years of my working life as a waitress? I’m sure everyone has taken their turn in a not-so-luxurious industry at some point in their life…whether it was scooping ice cream, serving up microwaved burgers, or waiting tables. Given my personality and my oh so black and white reality…I took the whole side job thing to the next level. In fact, after I finished graduate school I actually debated taking a job in the resort industry instead of persuing a career in environmental science/education. For real. I almost flushed away 6 years of education for a lifetime of cocktail parties and wedding receptions. It wasn’t just that I LOVED waiting tables (i really didn’t at all), but the lifestyle had sucked me in. I even married an executive chef from the very first restaurant I worked at. We only worked together for a few years, and then I moved on to a nearby Yacht Club where I spent seven years of Saturday nights and every stinkin holiday. It was a private club where the ass kissing reach new heights on a daily basis. The building that housed the restaurant that I worked in was actually designed by a housing developer. Anyone who knows anything about restaurants knows that houses and restaurants have very little in common. The result- horrific. No service areas, no efficiency, terrible traffic flow, and zero storage. Hence, the Overwhelming Room. There was one room that got carved out of the basement of the restaurant where all things that weren’t currently in use went to die. It was horrendous. It was packed floor to ceiling with plastic forks, buffet decorations, center pieces, napkins, kids cups, table skirts, and much, much more. The walls had built in shelves that went all the way to the 20′ tall ceilings. I spent more time climbing like a monkey in that room that I’d care to admit. No matter how good your day was, or how relaxed you were feeling….it only took about 4 seconds in the OR for straight up panic to set it. I learned to avoid it at all costs, dispatching underlings to fetch things from the OR whenever possible.
It’s amazing how these sorts of memories/experiences come back to haunt you later in life. With everything that’s going on lately, I feel like my life has morphed into a bit of an overwhelming room. My house is bursting with all things wedding. I feel like I could eliminate half of what I own, and I still wouldn’t have room for everything that we have laying around right now. There are cases of pop, jewelry, shrapnel from the invitation project from hell, shoes, guest book, shower gifts, oh my! The fact that it’s only going get worse as July 30th draws nearer and that I have to host the rehearsal dinner at my house the night before the wedding is enough to make me want to hide in the panic room….if I had one. I know I’ll get through it and somehow it will all come together, but I have no idea how. I’m sure my climbing skills that I honed in the OR will definitely be coming into play again though!
To go along with my crazy hectic life….is a crazy new lifting schedule. I’m in the gym 5 nights a week now instead of my usual 4, and the workouts have been brutal. I’m even more worthless on weeknights than normal. The upside is that they have actually been going pretty well. It’s amazing what I can do with a few extra pounds on me ; ) There’s a bit more volume involved than I’d like, but I’ll get through it. Tonight is my easier squat night, not to be confused with my hard squat day on Friday. I was in the gym for a solid 90 minutes last Friday night….and I wanted to die. It was probably one of the most killer workouts I’ve ever done. It went a little something like this: 13×5 at about 65%, 3×12 front squats at at 55%, and then 115 back squat at 135 pounds. I wanted to die. My legs were like Jello and my back was having trouble holding up the weight of my torso by the end of it. Can’t wait to do it again this week!!
Does anyone have that friend that just ALWAYS has to tell the truth? They can’t ever just gloss over the fact that the person you’re talking to is totally full of crap and will never make it to a professional MMA career, or has zero chance with the guyat the bar that she’s been oogling for the last two hours? Unfortunately, that’s me. I’m very honest, and sadly short on tact. On my very best behavior, I’ve been known to let a few things go but it causes me physical pain. In my mind, I’m screaming the entire time, “JUST SHUT UP!!!!” But on most days, I’m the Debbie Downer that walks around crushing people’s dreams.
Case in point. I was approached by an acquaintance at the gym yesterday. I was in the middle of my 5×5 @ 80% bench workout when she came over to talk. First she commented on the weight that I was lifting. This is always awakward for me. Thanks? It really wasn’t much though. It was more of a volume set, so the weight was lower than what I would/could use. Of course, trying to explain that just makes me sounds like an egomaniac. “Thanks, but I can actually lift a shit ton more…just didn’t feel like it today (while flexing of course).” Then she said, “You’re ripped. I want to look like you some day.” What do you say to that? A normal person would probably say, thanks! Me…no. I said, “well, a lot of it is genetics.” Seriously…that’s what I said. Like I was just born this way or something…stupid. Of course, that’s not what I meant. I was trying to refer to the whole meso-, endo-, ectomorph thing and how different people add muscle differently. Just to give you some background….here is an exaggerated comparison of her and me.
Her:
Me:
So you see what I’m saying. I’m short and stocky. I make gains somewhat easily…whether it’s muscle or fat. She, on the other hand, is tall and skinny with no visible muscle on her at all…not even a quad. So it’s going to be a bit more of a challenge for her to get “ripped”. After bluntly explaining that, I moved on to her workouts. Right now, she’s doing more cardio based workouts with some lifting incorporated, but it’s all high reps with low weight. Well that’s not going to work. Yeah, I told her that too (*wincing*). So within 60 seconds of her complementing me by saying she wanted to look like me, I told her that it was likely unattainable due to her genetic predisposition AND that she’s never going to get there by doing the workouts she’s doing anyway. WTF? I am SUCH and ass. She took it like a champ though. I swear, next time I’m just going to say thank you. I’m going to have to take her through a powerlifting workout or two to make up for this one!!
On the plus side, I’ve been having some great workouts this week. No failed attempts, no excessive levels of pain. Overall, I’m happy. I did have to suffer through Wednesday’s deadlift workout with no chalk. My poor hands were a mess after that one, but I survived. My bench workout was good yesterday, and my shoulders are still holding up, thankfully. This morning’s workout was probably the best one of the week though. I did box squats 10×2 at 62.5%. Last week I did them at 50% and they were a joke, so I just used 135 this morning and got it over with. Then I had 4×8 front squats. I did 115 last week and it wasn’t too bad. I was pretty sore this morning so I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to sustain much of a jump, but I eventually talked myself into it….125 pounds. It seriously wasn’t that bad. It even made me think that I should really give 135 a shot again. I have to admit, I’d be pretty proud of myself if I could do sets of 135 pound front squats. It’s a goal!
What are your gym goals? Do you have a weight that you’ve been flirting with for a while? Come on….put it in writing! Or tell me about your best “foot in mouth” story….it will make me feel better.
At some point, you’d think the guy would just take his shirt off???
I’m not even sure where to begin about yesterday’s workout. All I can tell you is that it felt like I was at the gym ALL NIGHT. It was the never ending squat workout from hell. Every single body part was wrecked when it was over. All I could do was go home and sit on the couch afterwards. I could barely even operate the TV remote.
So here’s how it went:
Back Squat 5×5 at 80% max (175)
Triset of 4×8
Front Squats (115)
Pull ups
Reverse Hyper
Back Squat 2×15 at 62.5% (135)
In case your math skills are lacking….that’s 87 squat reps. 87 effing squat reps. My legs were absolute jello before I even got to the 2×15. I really tried to get out of it. I made a serious plea to my coach explaining that I had already had a hard work out and really didn’t need the added volume. He laughed and told me to get it done. He also reminded me that my body is capable of doing it. Out of context, that may be an odd statement to process, but it made perfect sense to me. It’s actually what convinced me to suck it up and do it. He was totally right, my body could handle it just fine. It was my mind that was struggling. I was doubting myself and my level of fitness. I thought I was going to crumple at rep 8, but I wasn’t going to. It was 135…..of course I could do it 15 times. So I put on my big girls pants and got it done. The first set actually went fairly smooth….despite the burning in my quads. I gave myself a few minutes rest and then went after the second and final set. I used my belt just for a little added support….big mistake. The most challenging part of doing 15 reps is the cardio. Even with my belt on loose, I could still barely breathe. The second set dragged on forever. I did about 8 reps before I had to take a break. Then I had to talk myself into every rep after that. My neck was starting to burn after about 10 reps. That’s also when I realized that my contacts were fusing to my eyes due to dryness from staring up at the ceiling for so long. Seriously, I was focusing so hard on the squats that I wasn’t even blinking….wtf? It was brutal, but I did it.
In an effort to keep my foam rolling streak going, I laid down for a few minutes of roller torture after my workout. Turns out I was so dead….even my arms and shoulders from gripping that bar….that I was no match for a foam rolling session. I went through the motions for a bit, but I was worthless. I just barely got my shoes off! So I packed it up and headed home for an episode of “What About Brian” and then off to bed.
What was your most killer workout? Does squat day leave you in a puddle like it does me?
How many times have you seen this picture? Some girl “deadlifting” with a couple of dinky dumbbells. Whether it’s stiff leg or your standard deadlift….almost anyone can get past the dumbbell stage. Just look at that girls legs! Do you really think she got that way by slinging 15 pounders? Yeah, probably not. She also loses points for having her hair down, but that’s another post in itself. I also disapprove of the whole working out in just your underwear thing, but I realize that some sports bras are made to be worn on the outside…..fine.
Unfortunately, I am here to tell you that I actually have more in common with this woman than I’d care to admit. I have a terrible deadlift workout last night. It’s like the grim reaper came in and stole the soul of my deadlift. That or it just packed up and left in search of a better and more deserving lifter. I should really be planning a funeral right now instead of writing this post. Am I being dramatic enough yet? Good. It’s true though! I had trouble lifting 225 yesterday…..ugh. I’ve been warming up with 225 for almost a year now. How in the world could I have trouble lifting that much weight? (Please remember that weight is relative….225 may seem like a lot to some, but a pittance to others.) I was so bummed. After several frantic calls to the coach (who has now abandoned me for bigger and better things in the Twin Cities), I managed to drop the weight for my sets and just try to get through something so that the day wasn’t a total wash. Of course, once I dropped the weight….it felt too light. I just couldn’t get it right. Finally, on the very last set….I realized my error.
Apparently, I have this tendency to start with the bar about an inch away from my shins. When I do this, it changes my balance and my butt shoots up right away. Then my deadlift turns into a really awkward RDL which equals a nearly impossible lift. I almost wonder if this was part of my problem at my last meet. If I do the same weight with the bar glued to my shins….no problem. I’d even say it was easy. So you see…..technique is such a huge factor in this whole game.
Another key factor in my deadlift is chalk. I’m a chalk slut….love the stuff, can’t get enough. Unfortunately, the gym owner is a chalk Nazi. Hates it. Kids in the gym are always making a mess with it and spreading it all over the place so he hides it and lets it run out all the time. Knowing that I had to deadlift yesterday, I made a specific request for him to be sure to leave some chalk out for me. I got to the gym after he had left and of course, he forgot. I sent him a text to ask where the chalk was so I could get it out myself. He told me it was in a box in the top drawer of the filing cabinet in his office. Okay, so I go to his office, find the box and pull it out. What’s in it? Not chalk, nope. Fat burners. Two full bottles of fat burners. Combine this with the fact that he’s been teasing me about blowing m y weight loss for the last few weeks…….bastard!! I was convinced he set me up. He claims it was just a random coincidence, but the jury is still out on that one!
Barely hanging on….that’s a pretty good description of how I feel. It’s my first real week back in the gym after almost a month of living like a “normal” person…whatever that is. It took me about four days be be able to walk normally after the full body workout I did last Wednesday. Luckily, I regained the full use of my limbs just in time to do a squat workout on Monday. It was fairly rough. A lot of what goes into my workouts in mental. I have almost as much trouble getting my mental game back into shape as I do the physical end of things. As a result, I used some lighter weights on a few lifts just so I could get through it. Two days later, I’m a bit stiff but nowhere near as sore as I was last week. I seriously think I redefined toilet sore. It morphed into ‘have to scoot down the stairs on your butt sore’. Ugh.
Yesterday, I had a bench workout. Bench days are always so much easier than leg days, for me anyway. It was a tough set though – 5×5 at 110 pounds followed by a few super sets. I am happy to report that I have finally made some progress on my shoulder issues! First, I have followed my goal to foam roll after every workout (all 2 of them so far). Second, I have realized that if I am diligent about keeping my elbows tucked while i bench….I don’t have any shoulder pain. If only I would have realized this six months ago!! For the first time in a long time, I did 25 bench reps pain free and then went on to do dips and dumbbell bench…also pain free. (Yeah, I know…I’m jinxing myself). Maybe I’ll get in a full training cycle for bench this go round? Wouldn’t that be nice??
Finally, the last thing that has been weighing heavy on my mind, aside from missing the gym….my weight. I have felt like a hippo the last few weeks, like I’ve been gaining a pound a day. It started with a few treats after my meet just because I could, but it didn’t stop there. I left for vacation a few days later and ate some of the most delicious food on the planet. Have you ever been to a Brazilian Steakhouse? OMFG. They bring you slabs of meat on a skewer!!! One after another until you’ve eaten so much you have to be wheeled out of the place on a dolley. So amazing! And of course there was chips and salsa, nachos, rice and beans, oh….and a few cocktails. It was unbelievable. I told myself the whole time that I would be better when I got home. Of course, I was only home for one day. Then we packed up and left for Michigan to visit my family. If you live away from your family, you probably know that stuffed feeling that you get whenever you stop in for a visit. Inevitably, they all want to fatten you up. They make every single one of your favorite dishes and make sure to have all your favorite junk food on hand. It is so sweet of them, and I fully intend to do it to my children some day. However, it’s not so good for a weight maintenance plan.
Visiting home does have it’s benefits though. Aside from spending some great quality time with everyone, you also get a chance to compare your normal to everyone elses. I’ve mentioned before that we’re pretty good about having only good, whole foods in our house. We don’t have much in the boxed food department or junk food in general. We keep a few treats on hand- supplies for a gooey batch of chocolate chip cookies, a bag of popcorn for the air popper, and maybe some tortilla chips and salsa. Otherwise it’s all meat and veggies. My mom, on the other hand, has pantries brimming with food- rice, noodles, canned goods, crackers, chips, candy. And then there’s the ice cream. We had sundaes every single night that we were home. EVERY NIGHT, and there was always an array of toppings to choose from- berries, caramel sauce, hot fudge, or Hershey’s chocolate syrup. One night, as I was eating my french vanilla ice cream drenched in a fabulous combo of caramel sauce and Hershey’s syrup, I glanced at the label on the “calcium enriched” Hershey’s chocolate goodness. I noticed in bold lettering that it said “Refrigerate after opening”. Hmmm….I had seen my mom pull the Hershey’s out of the room temperature pantry three nights in a row now. After I pointed this out to her, she asked the obvious question….”well, where do you keep yours?” The fiance and I gave each other a quick smile…..”we don’t have any mom.” It was clear that the thought of a household without a continuous stock of Hershey’s syrup had never occured to her. It’s a staple on her grocery list- milk, eggs, TP, Hersheys. So there you have it….we’re doing pretty darn good. Even if I did eat pizza and ice cream several nights a week for the last month.
And now it’s time to survey the damage.
After spending weeks in a fantasmic downward spiral of cookies, pop, and ice cream, I’ve finally come to the surface for a peek at reality. And after all was said and done, I did the unthinkable this morning. I set foot on the scale. I didn’t want to, but my fiance could not stand another second of my constant worrying. If we were on a boat and there was a plank, I’m fairly certain he would have pushed me off of it. Alas, I’m only up a few pounds…maybe 4 at most. I’m estimating because I have not stepped on the official gym scale yet, but either way the news is not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. So……Pizza for dinner tonight!!!!! Not really, I am working my way back to a steady diet of lean protein and complex carbs….oh god….please kill me now.
Okay, so this might not be the smartest thing I’ve ever done, but I’ve decided to share some of my progress photos today. My fiance is a very smart man, if I haven’t mentioned that enough yet. He has been taking progress photos since I met him. At first I thought it was crazy. Why the heck are you taking another photo of yourself in your underwear??? That is until I realized that it’s actually a fantastic way to see the progress you’ve made. I took my first pictures back in 2009, and have continued to take at least one a year since then. If you’ve never done it, I’d highly suggest giving it a shot. Yes, it’s embarassing and sometimes very depressing, but it serves it’s purpose. And maybe some day you’ll be crazy like me and decide to post them on the internet.
The reason that I wanted to share these photos was so that you could actually see some of the changes that have occurred in my body over the last few years. Most recently, my 14 pound weight loss, but also the general transformation that has occurred since I became a power lifter. I will admit that the changes are mostly subtle, but they are there.
(Click the photo to see a life size version of me and my love handles)
The first photo was taken in the fall of 2009. I had spent the first half of that year training for Grandma’s Half Marathon. I was nursing a nagging IT band injury, but managed to limp through the most intense and dedicated half marathon training round that I had ever done. The result….a measly 4 minutes off the time I had gotten the year before with very minimal training. That, combined with the fact that it was the hottest, most miserable race I had ever run sent me in a new direction. I started doing more circuit based weight training in May of 2009 and backed off the running completely. I wasn’t lifting heavy yet, and I was still only getting 1 hard weight training workout once a week. The rest of the week was more cardio based spin classes and “boot camp” type stuff. You’ll notice, I look the softest in this photo. Yet another reason why cardio is not the answer.
The second photo was taken in May of 2010 just before my first powerlifting meet. I had started to train diligently for the powerlifting meet in February of that year. I had about 3 months of workouts under my belt- 6 days a week lifting heavy. This is when I noticed the biggest change in my body. I had a lot more muscle mass, my metabolism sped up, it was great. Unfortunately, I didn’t test my body fat at that point, but I can assure you that it was much better.
The third photo was taken the morning of my meet this past Saturday. You may have been able to see some more dramatic changes if I had taken another comparison shot before I started my weight loss journey back in February, but I didn’t. I know I had a few extra pounds on me though, definitely at least 3 or 4 more than the shot taken in 2010. Try not to be distracted by the fact that I’m wearing different clothes or that I actually have make up on (note to self, always put make up on before the progress photos). I wish that I could just post the photo and the difference would be enough for it to speak for itself, but that’s not the case. If you look closely though….there is progress. My shoulders are actually wider than my hips in the last shot when they were about the same in the other photos. My abs are a tiny bit more visible, as are my clavicles. My waist and my love handles are smaller. My face is a bit thinner, and my legs maybe look a tiny bit thinner??? That last one might be a stretch, but I’m taking it.
So there you have it. Now you have a full picture of where I started and where I am today. It’s not perfect. I’m sure a figure competitor would have a much more impressive end result (and they’d be flexing), but I’m happy with it. Hopefully this will further convince anyone that still thinks that weight lifting will bulk you up and make you look less feminine. Personally, I’m much more comfortable in a bathing suit today than I was back in 2009 when I was on a steady diet of cardio and more cardio.
Do you take progess photos? Have you ever showed them to anyone? When have you looked/felt the best in your life and what did you do to get there?
So another meet is said and done. This year’s Twin Ports Raw Open was my fourth meet and my one year anniversary of participating in the great sport of powerlifting. To say this meet was a roller coaster would honestly be an understatement. I prepared for this meet for months, both in and out of the gym. I poured every ounce of effort I had into either dieting or training. I was in the gym twice a day most days, but at least once every day for months. I was admittedly running around like a crazy person. Was it worth it?? Sure, I’m glad I did it. I will say right up front though, I really wish the meet would have gone better. I am doing my very best to focus on the positive and extract every possible lesson out of this experience that I can, but it’s definitely a forced effort. Maybe sharing my experience will help me process things even more? So here’s the play by play.
I got up early after waking up about a dozen times throughout the night. I showered and packed myself a most delicious lunch. I had a few energy drinks to ensure a thoroughly cracked out state of existence while lifting. My breakfast which was making my mouth water all morning! I had 2 GIANT PB&J’s and a protein shake. First bread in months!! I also had a few bananas, oranges, and some candy for after the meet….yum!!
Twix…my all time favorite candy bar.
The much anticipated weigh in went great. I stepped on the scale with my hoping to see something in the 131 range, but quickly realized that the scale was reading in Kilograms. My official weight was 59.4 Kg (130.68 pounds). Fantastic. I beat my goal by almost 2 pounds, I was thrilled. Next stop…..FOOD. I ate my PB&J, protein shake, and a banana. Carbohydrates good.
Before I knew it, it was time to start warming up for my squat. There was a great group of women that came out for this meet. I got to warm up with Annette Powell, a fantastic lifter from Winnipeg. She had a glute injury that was plaguing her warm ups, but she’s so experienced that she was doing a great job of just powering through it. She also gave me a great compliment on my squat. She told me that I had great depth and that every rep was hitting in the same spot and looked really consitent. I can’t tell you how much I’ve struggled with that so I was very pleased to hear that!! I finished warming up with 155 lbs and headed out for the main event.
My first squat attempt was 176 lbs. As always, I was nervous in an almost life threatening way. I felt like my heart was in my throat, and I kept having to talk myself down off the edge. “It’s only 176, you can do this in your sleep so suck it up Sally!!” And that’s exactly what I proceeded to do. It was an easy 176, followed by an easy 198. Finally, my 3rd attempt was at 215. I could not believe how light it felt. As soon as I stood up, I felt instant regret. I could have gotten at least 10 more pounds. Feel free to check out the video of my studly performance (for me anyway).
It’s scientifically proven that looking cross eyed makes you twice as strong…..
At this point, I was on top of the world. I had expected to have much lower lifts, but my stellar squat performance definitely turned things around in my mind. Maybe I wasn’t going to struggel with the weight. Maybe my total is going to be closer to my last meet total???
Bench was next up. I started out at 132 lbs and had no problems. I hadn’t been able to bench heavy in the last few weeks leading up to the meet due to an achy shoulder. I was a bit concerned with how much weight I was going to be able to put up. My second attempt was at 143 lbs which also went up fairly easily. Since things were looking pretty good, I decided to go for a PR on bench and try 154 lbs. Eek. Enter my headcase of nerves and my lack of practice benching with a pause. All I can say is….Fail. 154 didn’t go anywhere. As soon as I got the start command, I dropped the bar on my chest and that’s where it stayed. So sad. (sorry, no pics of the bench…you’ll have to use your imagination)
With my confidence rattled a bit, I dove head first into the deadlift. I warmed up in a bit of a rush…apparently I was having too much fun in the stands and forgot that I actually had to finish lifting. I went up to 245 lbs and then headed out to do my 259 lb opener. Considering that I deadlifted 300 lbs at my last meet in October, I wasn’t expecting 259 to feel overly heavy.
Um…..yeah. See how crooked the bar is? It’s not supposed to be like that. See all the veins popping out of my neck? Also not supposed to be there on the first attempt. See my rounded shoulders as I struggle to lock it out? Also not a good sign at all. When my coached asked if it felt as heavy as it looked, I said “yes, yes it did.” I still decided to go up to 281 though. I think this was a mistake. I would liken it to a person who hasn’t drank alcohol in a long time. There was, perhaps, a time that you could go out and have 27 drinks and still wake up the next day feeling like a million bucks. But now, you’re completely out of practice and have absolutely no business trying to drink that much. You’re bound to end up passed out in booth somewhere, but does that stop you? No, it does not deter you in the slightest. Down the hatch!! So this is pretty much how that turned out. I strained every muscle fiber in my entire body, but could not manage to move that bar one stinkin milimeter.
This was my first go at it.
Then I spent 10 minutes praying to the lifting gods before trying it again.
And…you can see how that turned out. Once again….Fail.
When everything was said and done, despite being about 50 pounds under my last total, I came in 3rd place behind to amazingly talented and experienced lifters. That is definitely something to be proud of. Having lost 15 pounds, putting up a bit less weight is okay. The greatest part of it all is that by formula (wilks) my total at the Hudon meet in October 2010 was 315.32 while my total for this meet by formula was 315.11. So even though it felt like I just went out and took a big duker on the platform, I actually maintained. No PRs, nothing amazing, but I really didn’t lose anything and that’s great. And you know what you get for a job well done?????
PIZZA!!!!!!!
Pizza, breadsticks, and Pepsi….every girls dream!!
Thanks so much for all your support in this journey. I couldn’t have done it without tons of help from my coach, my family and friends, and of course my future husband of the year. Let me know what your next mission is and I’ll do my best to return the favor!!!
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