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stuffedsuperdud
Heh. CG was like, "But Dupree is an asshole! And you're...oh, right I guess it IS like that movie." This chick is a Dunning-Kruger Type A trip, and that's when she's not in bridezilla mode. The other day, she actually volunteered to write my best man toast for me so that there aren't any variables in this thing she's been planning since she was nine. Am I going to roast them? Oh yea, you bet your ass.
Okay let's see, lots of catchup logging:
Thursday:
Didn't train, on coach's orders. Marathoned the original Star Wars trilogy with CG, who had never seen any of the movies but wanted to get caught up for the new one. More on this later.
Friday:
Snatch:
40kgx3
50x3
60x2
68x1x6
Power clean + jerk:
60x3
70x2
80x1x6
Squat:
120kg x2x4
That's it.
Coach talked a new girl into trying snatch/CJ. She's built exactly like Lidia Valentin, i.e. thick, shortish legs and jacked shoulders, and took to it right away despite never having done any sort of barbell training before. After she left, coach was like, "Heh heh hey you're looking for a woman, right? You should talk to her! She seems like nice girl, so who knows! Maybe she thinks you're nice too?!?!? OKAY SEE YOU TOMORROW. DON'T BUM ME OUT!"
Saturday: finally justifying my place in this part of the forum
My session didn't start till like 7PM, but I got there around 4 to get settled and weigh in. It was hot and humid as balls all day, and twice as bad inside the venue. Reference: I brought with me a gallon of water with about 10 scoops of Amino Energy in it, finished the whole thing over the course of my time there (4PM-10PM), and did not pee once. Not ideal lifting conditions.
Twas a CF gym with mostly CF lifters, so of course I was the only one not tatted all over, and the place was crawling with sweaty girlfriends in lululemon yoga pants and every form of flipflop imaginable. Birkenstocks are back, apparently. Eww. I was the only one from my gym to lift, but a few others showed up for fun, and yes, we wore dorky matching t-shirts that coach drew up and had printed at the shop next to the gym. Good times.
I weighed in at 100kg, but the meet was casual about folks not having to make weight, and 85kg and up were all in one ubersession anyway; my bumping up threw off the announcer during introductions though, which was kind of funny. My listed openers were a conservative 80/100
Warmup:
Warmup area smelled like a giant fetid asshole. It's fine. I noticed that I was by far the luckiest person there in that I had with me a professional coach with 40+ years in the iron game and experience coaching at the national/international level, while everyone else had only their CF box's weightlifting guru. Almost all of them did not have any sense of timing their warmups, rushed through the routine, and then got cold in the 10-15 minute between their last rep and their opener. Others came out gassed, and missed their openers due to simple fatigue. Lucky me though, coach was in his ZONE, and timed everything just right, so that I was lifting at the exact same pace as the competition, i.e. when the platform lifter did 70kg, I did the same, only in the warmup area, and for both snatch and CJ, as soon as I caught my breath after the last warmup, the announcer called me for my opener. The adrenaline rush was in full swing, and FELT GREAT. Related: I am a poor athlete in general but one thing I do manage to get right is to channel adrenaline into a slight performance boost. This was no exception.
I did:
Snatch:
Warmup
bar x billions
40kgx3
50x3
60x2
70x2
80x1
"How did 80 feel?"
"Pretty easy."
"Okay I bump you to 85. DO NOT FUCK WITH ME!"
Attempt 1:
85kg x1 easy.
Attempt 2:
90kg x1 had to take a step forward. 2-1 in favor. Middle judge redlighted me for pressout
Attempt 3:
95kg x1 had to sit at the bottom for a second to stabilize the weight, then stood up easily.
All were comp PRs. 95 ties my lifetime PR.
WHEW. Coach sent me outside to chillax at this point. The strongest snatch was a -105 guy who did like 125kg.
CJ:
Warmup:
40kg 3+3
60kg 3+2
75kg 2+1
90kg 1+1
Had a bit of difficulty shifting the front rack for the jerk. Coach was like "!!!!!! NO! Do not do that on stage! This is some stupid. fucking. shit. You mess up the hands and then you miss the jerk and then I gonna fucking kill you.
100kg 1+1 got it clean. "Okay I bump you up to 105."
As I sat on the on-deck area he yelled at me loud enough for everyone to hear: "Okay don't fuck up. Just don't be fucking stupid and boom you gonna hit that jerk! You listening to me? Don't be stupid!"
Attempt 1:
105kg x1 Got it easy but center judge redlighted me for a pressout that no one saw. I got the lift 2-1, he got a stink eye from me, I got a wry smile back from him.
Attempt 2:
110kg x1 No doubt about this one.
Attempt 3:
116kg x0 Lifetime PR attempt by 1kg. I could feel myself getting lightheaded after the clean and rushed the jerk a bit. Redlighted 2-1 against for a pressout. I wasn't too upset since I knew it wasn't a totally clean lift, but it was kind of annoying that they were passing other even more blatant pressouts.
The guy who snatched 120-ish CJed like 150 for the biggest total of the day. Lots of folks bombed out on CJ for some reason, and a few passed out too. Not their day, I guess.
TL;DR 5/6 205kg total, beat my previous total by nearly 40kg. I'll take it, I guess, esp. given the inconsistent prep and the stress leading up to this.
On the way out, coach was like, "Hey thank you for giving me a good competition! But on Monday we gonna start a new cycle. We need more strength! [winking at you, Rip]. You gonna give me squat, snatch press, and overhead squat until you die. You gonna hate me!"
Oh, and remember how local meets used to be full of CF douchebags talking big and lifting badly? Fun's over, guys. Even the worst lifters had reasonable strength/technique (and therefore, perhaps, reasonable coaching, exciting given that the coaching corps is the most important long-term parameter for a country's international success), #s are going up across the board, and everyone has a pretty good respect/appreciation for what good lifting is, e.g. you don't have guys with "Your workout is my warmup!" shirts opening at 60kg anymore, and folks know that at 105kg, there are guys totaling 420, so if you're at 200, just STFU and keep lifting.
Hold on to your asses, Russia. It's probably safe to say the American comeback is no flash in a pan.
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