220 squat, 160 bench, 280 pull for a 660 raw total. Congrats Bear!
[quote]Stronghold wrote:
220 squat, 160 bench, 280 pull for a 660 raw total. Congrats Bear![/quote]
woohoo!
great first meet!
Big congrats!
Amazing results Bear!! Congrats! I’m gonna have a drink for you. 
Bear Hug! that is awesome.
Awesome stuff, Bear. I want to hear this funny and awful story.
WTG!!
Damn! Way to kill it Bear.
That is an awesome first meet, you only get higher from there Darlin’.
Just catching up! Can’t wait to hear the story(ies) that go with the numbers!!
Ill have the video soon. have lots of stuff to edit, and put together to make it pretty. Very proud of how she handled herself and how she performed on the platform. Good job Woman!
Jason
One goal attained - you killed your first meet! I am very impressed. Not surprised, of course. But very impressed.
I got 5 that says Cbear puts on a serious “Game face” for Squat and Deadlifts.
Yay, go Claire! Can’t wait to see the vid!
Congrats Cbear!! You done good woman. And it will only get better from here.
i’ll address the individual posts later or maybe not at all. i’ll say thank you for, and i love, all of the e-support, and the IRL stuff. god knows im a fan of my cheerleaders.
first- MIM, because you volunteered once, you are now stuck with the job of text to log updat(er). pm or FB me the correct combination of numbers it takes to reach you. my brain is still a lil fried, and the crystal ball is in the shop. i cracked it throwing it at the hotel staff this weekend. guessing your # isnt an option. if i lose my mind at another time, fb pegg, he’s the internet whore. PMPM, you did well with that one.
second- its peggs job to edit and upload the video, so the stories arent the best without visuals, but between the two of us we have a few pics of the hotel to go with the video of me at the meet.
third- no creepers, that i saw.
the long post begins, as stronghold gave you quick readers the condensed version.
i’ll do this in chronologial order, if i forget something i reserve the right to edit and/or give the edits their own posts later.
month+ ago- right before my admission check clears, i got a call saying that powerstation gym got my entry form and i have a spot on amateur day. woohoo! few days later, i called to see how late weighins on thursday would go, bc i had to rearragne my work schedule and decide if i wanted to use vaca time or take it unpaid.
few weeks ago- i get on the scale nekkid and it says 173. ive been 165 for 2 years, varying only a few lbs here or there. when i saw it was 173, and knew i’d gotten leaner, i realized i was in DEEP shit. i’d put myself in the 165 class, and knew i could go up if i needed, but was kinda hoping i could adjust my food sources and make it to the 165 and the padding of that coefficient. i cut out beer and junk food, and most starchy carbs, and started taking a shitload more efa’s, drinking as much water as i could.
last week- sick of this shit. i wanted beer, pizza, bread with dipping oil and spices, everything i wasnt sposed to have. i felt good, just that my mind was fucking with me.
thursday- worked at the “other” store so i could still get some hrs in, my store couldnt give me an opening shift. got home, got my shit together, got to the stabbin cabin, got pegg, got to cinci. i’d ordered and picked up Bob Evans, (sausage gravy with biscuts, 2 orders of bacon) ready to eat right after i weighed in. we got to the hotel, and regretted not bringing firearms or mace. it was the GHET-TOOOOSHIT SON. it was also too inexpensive to pass up. so, we stayed. remembering the bedbug epidemic in cinci (how does a bedbug epidemic start? what whore is bedhopping to spread these?) deciding whether or not we wanted to stay, we found out that weighins were at the convention center, and went. it was now about
6:45pm. we followed the signs that said the weighins were in the rear. however, THERE WAS NO REAR. it was a brush covered dropoff leading to NOWHERE to park. we tried every door, they were all locked. i caught someone walking by a door with a window, who was nice enough to tell us that THEY STOPPED WEIGHINS AT 6!!
THEY WERE NOT FUCKING KIDDING ME!! all i’d had all day was some coffee and a protein shake and a tea.
my heart and mind broke at that point. i wasnt the only one upset, but i didnt want pegg to see a full-on cbear tantrum (although, hes offered to help me hide bodies more than once.), so i did the responsible thing, used my patient voice, and called the # i had in my phone from the other call i got saying my entry was received. that person was nice enough to laugh at me before he assured me weighins stopped at 6. and that i could weigh in anytime starting at 7 tomorrow morning till about 845.
fuck. fuck. fuckety fuck.
we brought our shit up to our shitty hotel room, and realized that there had probably been at least 3 murders there that week, more than 1 hooker thrown through the wall, and expected a zombie cl*wn to crawl up through the bed at any moment.
i wouldnt have been surprised if there had been a horror movie being filmed there.
think “SAW” settings.
view from the window was a shed and a dumpster, with 16 or so mattresses stacked up behind the dumpster. we figure theyre in rotation for killing the bedbugs, to be switched out later after nature runs its course on them… or something? one of the walls was brick, structural brick that had been painted, sometime before 1980. peeling paint was peeling.
so pegg and his celeb friends decide they want to eat. they either have weighed in or dont care. so, here i am, have put in all this effort… do i eat? do i stick it out? do i not eat realizing that it will shit on my squat but i’ll be able to eat before bench and deadlift? WHAT DO I DO?!
they went to outback steakhouse. i had a huge chicken caesar salad, 5 waters, and 2 pieces of bread with butter. and lots of giggles when people kept ordering pasta and shit to eat. it hadnt taken long for people to hear how i felt about weighins. nice way to break the ice, meeting new people and all.
after dinner, pegg insisted showing off the hotel room to some of the dinner goe(er)s and they started talking. and talking. aaaand, talking. by the time i decided i was ready to kick out some of the biggest names in the powerlifting world, they kicked themselves out. it was 1230 or so before i got to start one of the shittiest nights sleep ever. so we wake up at the asscrack of
friday morning- felt like a bag of ass when i woke up. dunno how i managed to remember my singlet or to tie up my hair, much less put one foot in front of the other to get out the godawful hallway. ate a finibar or two and had a spike, headed for weighins.
167.2
about a half hour after i weighed in, i pooped and would have made weight. oh well. 181’s here i am!
1st squat- not on video, no one called my depth, 180lbs on my back, down and up, lift is good.
2nd squat- on video, 220, lift is good. decided to go ahead and try for 260, a 15lb pr, because i feel so awful i cant tell if the lifts feel good or not. if they feel bad might as well go for the gusto. changed it to 245 at the last min- my gym pr.
3rd- red light. got about an inch out of the hole and nothing in my lower body would fire. nothing. i sat and screamed in my head for shit to work and it just didnt. i had to have em take it. i can do that weight. have done it before. just wouldnt work this time.
had a hotdog. and a lot of surge workout fuel.
1st bench- 145- good lift.
2nd bench- 160- below my max, had my wrist wraps on, lift is good. decide i feel better enough to try a 5lb pr on my 3rd.
3rd bench- 175- no go. got excited for the pr, lost my mind, and let my elbows flare and my back go slack even though pegg was in my face the whole way up to the platform, telling me to set up tight and tuck my elbows. had em take it, and you’ll see on the video exactly why.
had another hotdog, a gallon of water, and more surge.
1st deadlift- 220, or 240, whatever it was went up slow but clean. tryin to be careful and not fuck up half a lift. 
2nd dl- 280- again, slow but clean. didnt feel difficult at all. got so excited for my 3rd attempt, but tried to keep myself in check bc of what happened in my bench.
3rd dl- 300- no go. had i gotten another inch, woulda flown up. it was cute, and appreciated, and awesome, when the head judge started yelling for me to pull back and get it up. just wouldnt go. my ass wouldnt move. didnt feel heavy, just sucked.
so, i won my weight class and got a trophy. named her “steroida.” you’ll understand when you see the pic, whenever it gets posted. kinda awesome but disappointed in myself anyway, for missing my lifts.
went to outback again, this time i had beer, steak, fried onion, french fries, and lots of laughs. went to bed for another shitty nights sleep and woke up to a day of lifting, but watching this time.
someone decided it was a good idea for me to go drinking saturday night… it was me. got in a bit of a minor barfight, but i shouldnt say hello by walking up behind a 300lber and playing with their nipples. i knew i was about to be thrown and jumped into it (thanks older bros!! toljda, kimba.) because i may not know how to fight as well as i should, but fuck all i can fall like a CHAMP! knocked the chair into peggs knee and had some laughs. had already been to hooters so i was drunk enough to bounce and rally.
sunday- headache, bodyache, half bc of hangover half bc of my realization that id pushed myself to a limit i didnt know i had on friday.
last night, pegg and i did laundry, ate pizza, had some GPP, and slept like champs.
did NOT feel like being on the computer all weekend, i enjoyed so much time with my grizzly bear and friends i dont get to see often (some i just met), so i didnt intentionally neglect you pw, just a lil.
i left out peggs half of the story, he can tell it here or post in his own log on efs, or i can make it a separate post.
i am, however, going to stay in the 181’s and plan on slapping some lbs around my hamstrings, back, and an oz or two on my moos.
have the day off tuesday, gonna try to squeeze in for a massage.
all my best e-love to my bitches.
Incredible story. Congratulations on every last bit of it, CBear.
rockin the ghetto! sounds like a great first meet experience. definitely a story.
dreamy.
the hardware, my bloat, and my grizzly. after watching me hop squirm and wiggle into the magic jeans, pegg and his friend assured me i’ll be ok once i decide to get into gear.
ff- aw, thank you! whole thing wasnt really that big of a deal, except weighins, and that was only a big deal bc it fucked up my plans. should have listened to pegg (dont tell him i said that) and eaten more on thursday night.
deja- ya know, something makes me think u get all misty eyed and wistful looking when you say “dreamy” like that. theyre just people. large, strong, people.
(anyone else who posted it hasnt loaded yet and im goin to go read. i need to do more of that. “outliers” by malcom gladwell. halfway through tipping point and finished blink.)
Awesome job, Bear, especially considering you were in a higher class than expected.
Loved the motel description. I’ve stayed in some bad ones (there was one near Cedar Point - we rolled up late at night, not realising it backed onto the railway…) but nothing quite that bad. Zombie clowns ftw.
I definitely would have been embracing the bloat at Outback if I missed the early weigh ins. I must commend you on your dedication and willpower.
SH saw me get into my magic jeans the other day and said “its just like getting into your briefs.” Who would have ever thought that looking hot would prepare us for multiply powerlifting?
Thanks for sharing your rad story…now go eat some more! 