Feeling strong is generally fleeting in some senses, but it becomes more and more permanent with each milestone. When I was deadlifting in the mid 400’s, I started feeling strong, because I’d reached a level that a lot of other people hadn’t.
Leading up to my first strongman competition in 2014, I would say I felt strong, because I’d never been around strongman competitors. I thought I was going to kill it. I was coming in to the show as a guy walking around at like 190 and water cut down to 175. With abs. That confidence was shattered when I came in last place in the lowest weight class, taking last in every event except one. One guy who beat me didn’t even look like he lifted.
Shortly after this show, I benched 315 for the first time, and that felt pretty good. But I was still dealing with the let-down of the strongman show.
A year later, I entered my first and only powerlifting meet, and I totaled elite in the 181 class. And I was pound for pound probably the strongest dude there. I went 9/9, definitely left lbs on the table. But I hit PR’s across the board, crushed a bunch of guys in higher weight classes. That was the first time I really started to feel like I’d ‘made it’. I started making videos every now and then, got more engaged in the strength community.
Then in March of 2016, I competed in Oklahoma’s Strongest Man, in the 200 lbs weight class. I won the deadlift, and did ok on the axle press for reps and the stone for reps. But I lost both carries by a mile. Overall I was mostly satisfied, but my weaknesses were more apparent than they had been in awhile. So I got back to training. That fall, I had my first podium finish (3rd place) at Texas Strongest Man. Also 200 lbs class.
In March of 2017, I shit the bed at Dallas Strongest, made a handful of mistakes, and took 4th. I felt like I had taken a step backwards. And I said at the time that if I didn’t take first in the next show I competed at, I probably wasn’t really cut out for the sport. I said that because the events were just so good for me. I knew it was my best shot at a win. That summer, I competed in the 200 class once again, and I won my first show, against some really solid competition. I won by exactly 1 rep on stones, the last event. I would say that was the day I really felt like I was there, that I was strong. That show really propelled me to push myself to higher levels. That was when I realized that if I REALLY wanted to be competitive on a national level, I needed to be just as strong as I was then and drop a weight class, or get waaaaay stronger and stay in the same class. I opted for dropping the weight class. Once I started competing regularly as a 181, I started dominating locally. I felt like I could win every show I entered, no matter what the events were, because I had been holding my own against much bigger guys.
Nationals this year was another big milestone for me, taking a top 10 finish and qualifying for the World Championships. 2 years ago, I couldn’t have fathomed doing what I’m doing now, but I have absolute confidence in my abilities at this point. I know I can’t win the world championship this year, but I also know I can get there. A podium finish isn’t outside the realm of possibilities, and that feels amazing.
I know at this point that, no matter how things go, that I made it to ‘strong’. And it took me about 15 years to reach that point.