New Coach began the squat re-build on Monday. Repeatedly he said “I know you can squat more, you know you can squat more, we don’t care about the number. We only care about pain levels.” He doesn’t have to convince me. We spend the hour with 130 on the bar and playing with stances, pauses and hip position. Something in the hip twinged early on but once we got everything settled the hip was good.
The Athletic Trainer wanted to see me that afternoon to evaluate the hip and good news for once: nothing shifted. I no longer need him twice a week and will even tempt fate and wait 10 days between therapy appointments.
My solo benching days weren’t notable except they were fun and productive. I like writing my own program and choosing accessories day-by-day.
Wednesday was max deadlift. At 255# New Coach said “ya know, some max days just need to be spent on working sets. This is one of those days”. He took me down to 135# and spent 45 minutes working form. During my second workout I felt my hip going and thought “I could try to fix this and mess up my hip or I could do something else and hope my hip is good to squat on Saturday”. I decided to do other accessory work and live to see another day.
New Coach’s training partner, a Strongman and Powerlifter of some note, told a lifter he wants to do a competition with me in April. “He knows I bombed out, right?” “Yes and he thinks it will be good for you to get back to it as soon as possible, have support from another lifter, be part of a team. He’s been telling New Coach to get you to do it”. New Coach hasn’t mentioned it except if his “A wants me to lift with him at night. I hate lifting at night. How are you with late workouts?” is his way of arranging it. But he isn’t an obtuse kind of person and besides, I made an ugly face at the question. I’ll think about it – the competition and the training.
Thursday New Coach sent me an e-mail stating he wanted me to do band pulls Friday morning and instructions on how to set up my platform. Another trainer was glaring at me throughout my sets. Everyone has been banned from New Coach’s room and his toys except me. I learned this as I overheard him sternly explaining this to the other trainer. His clients, his partner, his brother aren’t allowed back there without him but I have full access whenever I want. That’s pretty cool.
And then he came over and asked how my week has been since Wednesday. He told me, again, I need to communicate more but I can’t forget Coach telling me “You’re a PITA and New Coach won’t put up with you”. I don’t want to mess up this opportunity. The Husband said “New Coach isn’t Coach. You wanted someone who was interested in your work and he is.” He really is too. Sending me workouts I didn’t request, checking in, giving me extra time when I am more than willing to run when my hour is up. I have always been someone who was “in the way” and Coach’s last words to me…well as my doctor said “did he ever remind you of your dad?” Every single day.
Ending today with still a lot of fight in me, and all these weeks later I am finally feeling my anger towards Coach, I went back for sandbag carries. I was hoping for 4 laps to beat my old PR. When I get 5 I can move up from 90# to 120#. First attempt 4. Whoo hoo. The pressure was off, fun can ensue. Then 5 laps. What?! That wasnt even on my radar. May I stay angry with Coach for many years! Last attempt 3. I was exhausted. And free of stress.
I messaged The Husband I was on my way home and I opened the door to a plate of salmon, green beans and a hug. What a great end to this week.