I have yet to read what everyone has been up to in the last 3-4 weeks.
I have been sick, sicker than I have ever been in my life. Not fully recovered from the upper respiratory infection, I woke up in the middle of the night with a fever and in severe pain. Then other things began happening. It occurred to me that I was dying. The phone nurse said I needed to get to the ER but we needed to wait for my mom to make the trip into town and The Hubs and The Mom carried me out to the car, into the ER. Somewhere in this timeline I stopped thinking I was dying and started praying for death.
Every day of that week included IVs, shots in the tush, heavy-duty antibiotics. It is amazing to me that a bacteria that can barely be seen under a microscope can cause so much havoc. Needless to say, two weeks of illness left me exhausted. Not an ideal considering my next meet is approaching quickly.
Upon my return, knowing a certain amount of panic is setting in, New Coach decided the perfect way to get me out of my head while keeping the weight low (I had dropped 16 lbs) was to change everything about my deadlift. Two weeks away from comp and we are scratching everything and starting fresh…unheard of but this just might work. He said “I wouldn’t do this with anyone else…” something every coach and every trainer has said to me at some point. And I believe in this little experiment. New Coach has trained many competitive powerlifters, he is a competitor, his people are proven winners and he is a proven winner. And besides, what the hell do I have to lose? It can’t possibly be worse than last time.
In fact, it is already better. Red (my training partner so named because of her beautiful red hair), The Hubs, My Athlete, and My Bestie are going. Red and My Athlete are the only 2 that know anything about lifting and both are relative newbies. The priority for this little group is to have fun and to make sure I have fun.
New Coach has me lifting until day of comp, lifting heavy until that Thursday. When he first got me he told me he will never have me lift conventional deadlift again so I developed a nice in-between stance. I was making progress, setting PRs and all pain-free. He then, in contradiction to one of Coach’s golden rules, insisted I start wearing a belt. On day 1 I told New Coach that we all know I hold Coach’s teachings as sacred but I would try everything he wanted me to. It has been an effort on both our parts (me working on not saying “but Coach said…” and him taking a breath before replying “just try it and if it doesn’t work…”. It always works) which came to a head with the belt conversation. New Coach’s wife solved that one by saying “borrow mine for a week and just see”. I now own my own. So when New Coach proposed moving to a super-wide sumo stance 12 days before competition, I thought why not? He’s been working with me on it daily, sometimes spending 3 hours with me, taken hundreds of videos. Yesterday I noticed my name on his white board. For years I had looked at that white board and been envious of those names with notes and times and dates. I was working with NCAA when I noticed my name and I burst into tears. She grabbed my phone and took a picture of my name and notes. This rising star didn’t even have to ask what was up, she just knew.
New Coach was competing in World’s Strongest Man next week but he tore his rotator cuff and is heading into surgery instead. The best crossfitter in our area (another one of New Coach’s athletes) tore her bicep part way through The Open and had surgery last week. Another big lifter blew out his hamstring prepping for an April comp. Of all the people left standing, why is it me? This crosses my mind daily but I have only vocalized it once. New Coach says daily “competing is the most fun you will ever have, IF you allow yourself to have fun”.
Between the group I have assembled, the fact I am still on a soft-food diet, the new technique…my only option is to have fun. Everyone of the videos New Coach has taken ends with me laughing. Monday was the first time since we began working together I showed any kind of spirit other than studious athlete…I hopped up and down and said “this is so much damn fun” and he said it reminded him of the person I was when he first noticed me.
There may be hope for me yet. Sorry this is a mish-mash of a post but I am back. And New Coach has just sent a dozen more videos – time for me to study!