I never thought that I would be a powerlifter. Matter of fact, that isn’t something that I even knew about until I starting in a running club and a kind gentleman, and local gym owner in my hometown talked about his history with it and what it consisted of. Peaking my interest, I decided to troll (urrmmm….follow) some people on Facebook and IG. The more I saw heavy lifting women, the more I became intrigued. Not many (if any) women in my gym that I am currently at, powerlift, let alone lift. So I really had to look into my sources to find people who were going to help me get to where I need to be.
I also had Andrew and Joe, who in their own right of what they know, helped correct some form issues and helped me get the basics down of what I needed to know in order to kick it into high gear. Last year, I began getting my weight up in each lift and I ultimately volunteered at the powerlifting meet that Matt puts on every year. There, I fell in love and I didn’t look back. Well, maybe a little but life created a rollercoaster but I never really truly left the bar. I lost some strength, which I am trying to make up for now, and that is all that matters.
Deadlifting? Deadlifting is my favorite! I tolerate benching and squatting. I tolerate them because I honestly need the most work in those areas, I feel.
The truth. Powerlifting helps me feel in control of my body. Powerlifting has also taught me that it is about how strong you are, not how you look or how others see you. This was a valuable, but tough lesson to learn. Two years ago, I wanted to compete in a figure competition. With restricting food and doing endless hours of a week of cardio, I couldn’t help but imagine myself in the weight room. Every ½ hour session of HIIT or 45 minute session of steady state cardio, I just wasn’t in it. Then, the more that I was following people and the more I starting thinking about it, the less I could see myself able to be alright with myself standing half naked in front of strangers for them to critique me and my body. For me to potentially have everything I thought I was proud of, be nitpicked and pulled apart in a matter of a 30 second routine. For someone who struggle(s) with food issues, I finally decided that for me, that wasn’t a good idea. Now, I do love the bodybuilding sport and I still follow a lot of them. I love watching the shows but for me and how I feel about myself, I couldn’t do that. Applause to anyone that does.
I am so glad that I get to use my talents for something that is just as amazing as body building. I love lifting heavy and that is where I feel the most at home. Sure, I know that my nutrition and my health come first and I will and need to work on that but lifting all of the heavy things is where I want to be.
So, what does this mean? What am I going to do with this Powerlifting thing? Well, August 6th, along with my lovely mother (yep, you read that right), I am going to compete in my first ever Powerlifting competition. I am going to lift all of the heavy things (I can) and put them down. The best part really is for the experience and being with my mother. Following that, I already have a coach lined up and we are going to work on getting my weight down and my lifting numbers up for a meet locally in April.
I am beyond excited/nervous about August 6th BUT I know that it is just a starting point to what is to come. I know that it will serve as a base line and learning experience (getting out the jitters) for the meets to follow. Look out everyone, here I come and I am determined to crush some weights!