Life is a funny thing. Once you think you have everything figured out the landscape changes. The Mentor has told me success depends on your ability to recover. The more practice I get, the better I am recovering.
About a month ago I told GTG/Coach that I was ready for a coach. We discussed how hard that is in The Middle of Nowhere…and what exactly did I want to do? With CrossFit out, olympic lifting was the obvious only choice. And as the weeks wore on I did my work – even on the 5-3-1 program focusing on the power lifts I managed to work in clean and snatch work. And we all know those struggles over the last few years. I won’t be defeated by them but let’s be honest: I don’t have fun doing them and they are not a talent. I don’t actually want to do anything with oly lifting except to reach some weight goals, work on them at my leisure, and teach my girl how to perfect them.
Yesterday I looked at GTG/Coach and said “we can never be coach-athlete again can we?” He replied “it depends. Now that you have people you understand and you approach your own training differently”. But I don’t have one like me, a pain in the ass who is driven to succeed regardless of odds. One who thinks her coach is all-knowing. “Yes you do, your girl. But before we discuss coaches, you need to figure out what you are going to do.” (And my girl is NOT a PITA. I love her enthusiasm).
I came home and started researching. I sent GTG/Coach a text “Found it: Arm wrestling. Write up a program”. Then I found what I really wanted and stayed up all night making pro-con lists on all of my options. Yes, I found what I wanted but I needed to cover all my bases. I am going to think before I jump this time.
Several pots of coffee past sunrise I sent GTG/Coach a text “Can I get an appt with you this afternoon to go over my findings and concerns? You can scratch that arm wrestling program”.
And so we met. Olympic lifting out (see above). Powerlifting out: I have my lifting goals but it is too 1-dimensional for me and while I love doing it, I will get bored if that is the purpose of my life. And so…I will be training for Strongwoman competitions. Judging from the look on his face, he knew my decision before I said it.
1. If he is to be my Coach, I am not willing to sacrifice our personal relationship for my goals again. His reply was it won’t be a problem. We will find a new coach if we can’t do both.
2. They have weight classes and I can’t weigh in regularly or worry about cut cycles, he will have to micromanage my weight and food intake. His reply: we don’t play the game. Whatever I weigh in at come competition time is the weight class I am in. Women usually only have two classes anyway and I will probably be in the pee-wee league.
3. We don’t have the proper equipment. His reply: you’re right. We’ll figure it out, he has a lot of homework to do first anyway.
4. Do I have to give up training partner status? Before I even knew his name I only ever wanted to be as good as him and I worked my ass off for training partner status. His reply: No. It will take time for him to get a program together so until then we will lift together. Even when the program is implemented I will still have lifting days.
5. I am not willing to sacrifice our relationship for my goals – this needs to be repeated.
For now I continue with my 5-3-1 program and add in an additional accessory lift. I continue with my rowing across oceans and increase my mobility work. I work my oly lifts when I want (mostly on the weekends). I keep my hands in CrossFit as I continue to prep/advance my girl.
The day ended with Martial Arts, day 2. There was a different instructor this time and he is great but I did not like it as much as day one. I am pretty sure, if it weren’t for fear of embarrassing my mom-to-be, I would have ran out in tears. It began with the instructor helping me change my kicks so as to alleviate the aggravation to my hip. Perfect. I need to keep my front kicks and side kicks lower. But my partner kept raising the mark and I, being new and not wanting to be a whiner, kept kicking higher. My hip is throbbing and in pain tonight. My partner was sweet, a great kid, but frustrated and constantly correcting me then calling the instructor over. With the instructor there I would do what I just did with my partner and be told it was right. I became so confused and holding back this student whom I believe is as diligent about his Martial Arts training as I am about my lifting. I felt so horrible for his predicament, understood his frustration so well, that I almost burst into tears. With a half hour left in class I started repeating “don’t even try to remember everything just do it and get out of here”. On a positive note: I really enjoy working on forms and I can back kick (in slow motion) pretty well.
I kept silently reminding myself “it’s only day 2, you’re not supposed to know everything”. I heard this in GTG/Coach’s voice. After 2 years I finally listened.