Today I had the Colorado State Championships/USAPL American Open.
I weighed in just under 82.5. I thought I was okay three weeks out, then I had some weird period issues, and ended up higher on Friday than I would like. I did a little cutting, and was STILL a half lb high this morning. I had an 11 am weigh in (thank god) and after 30 minutes of sauna and biking, I checked my scale and was 1/2 lb under.
I got ready, then I checked my OTHER scale. I was over a pound over on it. I shit a brick - no idea if I was even near weight at this point, and it was a little late! I went to the venue about 30 before weighins and determined that my original ($10) scale was more accurate than my other ($40) scale. Fucking assholes, TANITA!
One of the other dudes had the same shoes as me (some Oly ones I use for benching) and he accidentally stole them, thinking they were his, during equipment check. I got them back with plenty of time, but believe you me, I was checking foot sizes to see who would wear a size 7.
I was in the second of two flights, mixed genders, a first for me. I figured I’d be first or second lifter every time, but was generally in the middle of the pack. Lifting with the guys was a lot of fun for me, I’d do it again.
1st squat - 363 - 3 white. 2nd and 3rd at 407 - red lights, borderline depth. Colorado is really anal about depth, and the refs themselves told me they were very close. I bet if they didn’t know me (and thus know that I know better), they’d have given it to me.
I put on my shirt to get ready to bench. I was thinking about not even wearing a shirt to bench as I’ve not spent any quality time in it since August. I did 205 as a warmup, and my left tricep lagged a little for an uneven extension - same issue I had at my last meet. 203 to open - 3 white, super light. 220 - 3 white. 232 - a 34 lb meet PR and 7 lb general PR - 3 white. I’ve never had such an awesome benching day. I had another 10 in me, easy. My new bench setup - a backbend to the bar - is a very good adjustment for me. It also amused the announcer, who apparently thinks I’m a gymnast/powerlifter.
Deadlift - my nemesis. I wear the same suit for squats and deads, and my thighs were ripped to hell from squats. Getting the suit up high enough to get to the bar was enough to bring tears to my eyes. 319 - muscled it up, I wasn’t really in position, 3 whites. 353 - red lights, minor hitching (left leg was jerking a bunch, really minor hitch but they were strict today). 353 - 2 whites, one red for rolling my shoulders back too much or something? I dunno. Like I said, they were strict.
Not my best total - close, but the missed squats ruined a truly awesome day. This was the first time in a long time I had a meet where I didn’t have to worry about anything (qualifying for something, a team, etc) and it was a total blast.
