I’ll just move to my log so I don’t clutter up places.
To be honest, I’d encourage you to just stick around. Regarding the aspect of figuring out who is who. Especially in the training logs (not saying you aren’t already doing that) I’ve been here since 2016, and the more you hang and get to know folks the more you can craft a reasonable perspective as to who’s who, etc. You’ve been here a good chunk of time though.
I’m Cyber, or P.C. For short. You’re always welcome here in my log.
Are you the strongest woman at your gym. I’ve literally seen 1 woman outside of powerlifting comps at a commercial gym squat 3 plates,and she weighed over 100 kgs. Pretty rare. Sorry my mind uses kgs. Even your 3 plates are heavier than ours
I’m not sure. I see one other lady in the early mornings who puts two plates on both sides. Idk know her reps/maxes, but she’s also much taller than I am.
At my heaviest I weighed pretty much the same, and had I think just shy of a 186kg squat. In my older log I had detailed a lot of my powerlifting escapades there.
As of now I try to keep my weight sub or at 85kgs. I don’t compete anymore either (became less appealing to me over the years, and acquired injuries).
I guess I’d say I’m the strongest lady at my gym in the afternoons? Lol
It’s become less appealing to me as well. I had a flurry of comps about 11-12 years ago when I turned 40,taking advantage of the masters somewhat but now I don’t care. Work just got in the way of training properly and the drive just slowly dissipated. I did a couple of bench comps 4-5 years ago and attempted a 3 lift comeback 3 years ago but COVID shut down the nationals literally the night before which annoyed me no end. Sometimes I think I could still do it even in my 50s but the thoughts only fleeting. 186 kg squat is huge for a woman. That beats most men.lol
Yeah I understand the obstacles of life getting in the way.
As per this post I had in my other log, I forgot mention I did single ply, with a 229 bench, 455 squat, and a 395 deadlift (in pounds). Raw with raps was the 186kg.
I have no idea what my maxes are now currently. Will I test them? Probably. But the slow and steady route feels so much better than the crunch-time schedules I remember I had myself doing leading up to the meet, and in retrospect, I STILL was not prepared.
Reading over that post I can remember how I felt during that year. Just lost and bombarded with so much heavy life stuff. Come to find out, the gym/garage that hosted the TBS meet closed down recently anyways, I was dropped by a coach I actually really liked, but a miscommunication was all it took for me to realize some folks just really are not that caring, and I can barely remember the Houston Winter Games meet. All I know is I was STRESSED the whole time. All that identity I placed in these things amounted to me just wanting to go back to being strong just cuz I can. Less injured, and less stressed.
I say all that because if the me now could’ve talked to the me then, I’d have said just keep doing your usual thing in the gym. The meet was nice, first time ply usage was nice, experience was a new endeavor, etc., but I am just insanely happier where I am now.
Meet or no meet. My biggest enemy is me, and while I used to aspire to names such as April Mathis, I realized that realistic living for me personally just looks vastly different. I’ll still claim “powerlifter” just because I can, but by and large, and at the end of the day, it’s just a word.
Technically you absolutely can, but I understand the sentiment.
Also, while I admire a revised statement/accusation such as this:
I can barely afford this years school tuition let alone the syringes needed to even start a steroid cycle. I am natural my friend. I don’t partake in the secret sauce.
Probably the goofiest log I’ll ever write…like ever.
But I saw this Facebook “challenge” where you get in as many squats as you can in 10 mins.
Some 250 body weight squats later and mild soreness and I have no idea how I feel about doing that. I decided to log it because 1. I didn’t know I could do that many and 2. This was bordering on a weird HIIT exercise.
Can someone please remind me to stay off of Facebook. I try to limit my social media a lot, and the page I found that had this challenge was a straight up thirst trap for women, and my eyes can’t unsee what I saw.
I don’t have great deadlifting leverages, and with an old, albeit long standing injury, I get maybe 1 or 2 days a week to train deadlifts. As soon as I feel that little pinch on the right side of my lower back I have to call it in.
I guess front a positive standpoint my back just bio-regulates for me lol.
So… I hurt myself moving my husband’s massive pineapple plant. Dropped the doggone thing and tried to save it and tweaked the daylights out of my back.