Ah, I have been busy!
The meet was, well, it was weird. I spent the entire night before trying to defunk my brain. But I woke up funked. And weak. I did not feel that crazy strength that I felt at my first meet (not surprisingly). And the meet had a bad vibe. The second I walked in the door it was just lacking positive energy. The woman running did not crack a smile once the entire day, so it kind of defines the feeling of the meet. Everyone had stone face. It’s hard to have fun when no one else seems to want to.
My '“super hard on myself, perfectionist, insecure” side of me says that I sucked it up. I didn’t PR in anything…I didn’t even meet the numbers I did last year. It made me feel bad, especially since I always put so much pressure on myself, even when I am just doing my warm-up.
The “realistic, optimistic, athlete” in me says this meet was an accomplishment. This meet was my I’m a real lifter meet. This meet taught me that I’m not going to make every lift like I did at my first meet. This meet was training in how it feels not to make a lift. I understand now that powerlifting means not making lifts. This meet is another notch in my meet experience. This meet was not supposed to be my big numbers meet (thank god), only a vision of where I was. And this meet showed me what a HUMONGOUS role where my mind is at will play out in my lifts. My confidence was lacking and if that’s not there, my lifting is nowhere.
SQUAT:
190 - good
231 - FAIL (I made the squat, depth and all, and was really upset they double red lighted it. I have a vid I am going to try and post when I get the camera. For all the bogus good calls they gave (passed people hitching on deads!) I couldn’t believe they failed me. I consider it a good squat. Fuck 'em.
231 - FAIL - Went TOO deep and lost my leverage. I had already psyched myself out, so I was not too surprised at this outcome.
BENCH:
120 - good
132 - good
148 - FAIL - way too big of a jump and my grip ended up being too narrow. Should have gone for 137/143 before 148.
I wasn’t too upset about the bench, mostly because I have only ever hit a 135 in practice and 143 meet, so I am proud that I had a solid attempt at that weight.
DEAD:
302 - good
330 - good
341 - FAIL
I was FINALLY starting to have fun when the dead started (finally 6 hours into the meet!), so I was not too concerned about not making that last lift, a number I made last time. I haven’t really been training the dead and overall, my confidence just wasn’t there. I remember thinking as the lift was 4 inches from being there that “I’m not going to get this…I should just put it down and not look like an idiot” WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? Totally whack is what! I swear I need a motivational tape on repeat.
I’ll be honest and tell you that I’m the girl who has quit EVERY SINGLE sport I have ever been in since the age of 7 once I realized I wasn’t going to the Olympics…I think I even quit Tots Ballet…no joke. It is hard for me to not be the best. So I am proud of myself for rolling with the punches. Even more, I am amazed that I LOVE lifting SO much that I will deal with whatever it brings, even failure.
And after watching some girl’s ass get handed to her on a platter on national TV on So You Think You Can Dance, my ego is definitely on the mend…!!!
This was also the first experience with Aaron as my coach, and as much as I have to learn as an athlete and getting my mind in the game, Aaron has a lot to learn about how to communicate as a coach and with an athlete whose his girlfriend. It’s a complicated dynamic and sometimes there are just things I need to hear that I can’t listen to when Aaron says them. He has such an incredible knowledge base that has made me stronger but sometimes he can really piss me the fuck off and I don’t want to see his face (yes? anyone?) Hes my best friend in the world, but I don’t know how those figure skater couples do it…I would definitely end up stabbing a bitch with my blade. Totally quit figure skating too, by the way.
Anyway, I feel optimistic for the next meet, which I think I may do one in Southern WA in mid September. Even if I do worse there, I love it and can’t wait.