I wish I could give good news about my killer total for a first time PL’er, but I can’t.
I was wondering when I was up since I was the first in the flight so we walked over to the “staging” area. Next thing I know the announcer is calling my name. Mike, Matt and I had to rush to get my wraps on, belt on and chalk the back before I would be timed out. So I get out there and get under the bar for my opener, 525lbs. I lift it off of the mono and I’m thinking, “Man, this feels so light”. I go down to squat, dive bomb it to make sure I got depth, and came up SUPER fast. *mistake1* Probably a little too fast as I came up on my toes after the lockout. I did control the weight and didn’t take a step, but I was redlighted for what I believe was the judges thinking I was racking the weight before the rack command. Oh well, that one was easy. *mistake2* Let’s go on up to 600.
So for this 600 attempt I ended up wrapping my knees too tight and lost feeling in my legs. As I’m watching the other guy lift I reach down and loosen them slightly. I notice the guy was right below parallel and did NOT get the lift. So I’m thinking, “WTF, I have to divebomb this one, too!” *mistake3* I go out and sink it WAY deep.. so deep that I couldn’t recover. Oh well, I’ve hit this weight before in the gym during free squats AND box squats. No big deal. I take that same weight for my third attempt just to stay in the meet.
After lightly wrapping my knees and prepping I’m ready to go. Mike’s a few lifters behind me for this attempt so he’s going to call me up when the judge taps his leg. SWEET! I know Mike will call me up right when I need to come up. I get under the bar for 600, the spotters are yelling at me to SFW and I’m thinking that there’s no way I can miss. Everything was going SO PERFECTLY. Wrong, I was. I sat back and kept sitting back per Mike’s instructions until he got the tap. He got the tap and I was so low, again, that I couldn’t recover. He told me shortly after that he was about to call me up before the tap but waited for the judge, which happened 2 full seconds after he said I was good below parallel.
I bombed out.
I never fail at something competitive. WTF. I might not win, but I never fail at delivering my best performance. This even goes back to my days in band.
I could make all of the excuses in the world like the judges were too strict in making you go to USAPL depth, my gear didn’t fit right since I cut too much weight (302.4) and so on, but I won’t. I know it’s my fault and I have to do better at the next one. I know I have to get stronger. I know I have to SFW.
Mike had a pretty good day. I would rate it an 8 of 10. After I bombed out I decided the best thing to do was to help him. He squatted 640, benched 405 (easy) and pulled 520 (easy). He ended up with a 1565 total, which was lower than what he expected. However, we learned later that it was a PR at the 275 class.
The meet was a LOT of fun, even though I didn’t total. I got to see my partner hit some PR’s and I got to see history in the making with a 1250 squat, an all time world record total of 2850, a 925lb deadlift and a 900lb bench. I saw a 148’er squat 750! I saw a 198’er go for 800 on bench. Freaking amazing! It was great seeing guys in the sport that I idolize even though Chuck Vogelpohl got hurt. Wishing him a speedy recovery because I want to see this animal. Mike’s brother, Matt, was a great help to us and kept us laughing while we were gone.
I am a weak MOFO. I need to think about the process more. I need to have the mental cues for the lifts and prepare for the chaos which is the competition. I must get strong(er). I have to get pissed off and smash fucking weight. I have to get strong enough and experienced enough to handle multi-ply gear so I am not, as a wise man put it, “Taking a sharp twig to a gunfight”. Next meet will be sooner than later. I WILL put a total, and a good one at that, on the board. Sure, I’m down on myself now, but there will be another competition. There will be a time when I hit massive numbers.