midnight bourbon report.
ok, I honestly felt more prepared, more confident, more physically relaxed than I have in any previous meets. maybe that was part of the problem.
Personally, I bombed.
Took 145 token squat. fine. Actually surprised my hips let me get 145 into the hole. As were all of my training partners.
Bench. Okay, was relaxed. Finally realized I had the biggest opener as the one above me had bombed in the squat. Had lots of time to warm up. Worked up to 405 x 3, off 3 board raw. 545 x 2, off 3board, shirt on , 585 x 1, off 2 board, ready to go.
Now, this was the same gym where my group had lots of bomb outs training 4 weeks ago, so maybe it was psychological, or maybe eqipment failure, but went to take opener of 610 and could at the chest a nerve pinched in my shoulder again. Right arm flung out, shifting the whole bar across my body. Spotters grabbed.
Took two more opener attempts after collecting my wits, each one my left arm would not lock out, maybe just an inch from lockout it crapped out. Maybe less. Had a few people think I had it. pisser is I thought I had great lockout strength, thought it was top notch right now…
Didn’t take me too long to recollect I have not done any supermaximal boardwork in nearly two months.
Past trainig cycle was fucked. For a few reasons. Got too concerned with just geting a weight in that I could touch to build the lockout back up. Anyway, ready to move on. Get next training cycle going.
Highlights: my little boy cheering me on. According to him I won everything, lol. Also, it was all around a damn fine meet, the APF is back in Minnesota. My wife thought it was great, which is saying a lot. She thought the golf-clap meets I had done were stupid. Saw a lot of good lifters hit PRs, saw some others bomb, that is the way it goes I guess.
Despite bombing I had a shitload of fun. One training parnter broke a junior record with an 815 pull, it was awesome.
Good night, time for cable, then sleep…
On a side note, my 3 year