Originally Posted by
Erok
ho, boy.
Strongman comp did not go as well as anticipated. For me, anyway. Wife placed seventh (out of nine, sure, but you should have SEEN these gals!).
I've been stalling updating my log until I get my actual stats, but I can't justify waiting any longer.
Sat., 6/03.
Log Clean & Press: I did 195 pretty well, and totally biffed 205. That smaller diameter log fucks eeeeverything up. The winning press was 305.
Sled, 500#: So much better than last year! Cleats, man, cleats. Got about 2/3 of the way down the lane until I hit that anthill. Very pleased with that. LITTLE DID I KNOW, that this is what killed my grip strength for the rest of the day.
Stones: ummmm. I showed the most personality. Invoked the name of Odin, but to no avail. The Squatfather chose to let me face my weakness alone. Again.
Tire flip 600#: Didn't finish like I did last year. So damn hot & humid.
Farmer's Walk, 175# milk cans: I had best costume. Straw hat, vintage Red Wings, grippy gloves. Next year I will add a bandana and corn cob pipe. Forearms were jelly, yet on fire, and impossible to extinguish, like napalm. Couldn't even grip hard enough to lift the cans.
For the first time in an athletic competition, I place last. The fire is kindled.
Everybody was very impressed with wife's performance. She said, "It's still not as bad as working Restaurant Week." Hard. Core. Bad. Ass. Hey, she calls me her coach! Doing something right.
Excuses:
1. It was the first hot day of the year. 90+ heat index. I don't like hot weather, and I wasn't trained for it.
2. Anyone 200# and over was a heavyweight. At 5' 9.5" and 230#, I was literally THE smallest guy in the class. Remember, this is Wisquatson - they grow 'em big here.
3. I'm still not strong enough. Duh. Grip endurance an issue.