I competed in my first weightlifting meet this past Sunday. One thing is for sure, I still have a long way to go and a lot more to learn. That statement is accurate for most areas of my life right now, and I’m learning or accepting rather that it’s okay to be a beginner. It’s okay to be starting at “the bottom”. All that means is I have nowhere to go but up and I have as much time as I want to do so. Finding something you love doing and dedicating your life to it has no expiration date, no deadline or time frame. Getting to wake up every day and work on or towards something you love, something that lights that fire inside you is the whole fucking point of life, at least in my opinion. Okay this post took an unexpected turn, back to my meet recap.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous and a bit intimidated by the whole thing. I knew I stuck out like a sore thumb since I had a deer in the headlights look the entire day. Seeing a lot of these other lifters made me feel like a wet noodle. Everyone I talked to though, was extremely friendly and thankfully there was a girl from my gym who was competing and helped guide me. I wasn’t sure when to start warming up, what to do for my warm up and when to be done warming up. I waited for all the other lifters/coaches to pick a platform and I found my way to the last one open in the back corner, which was just too perfect. I was glad to be back there though.
To be honest, it didn’t matter what I did for my warm-up, I was so nervous on the platform I’m surprised I didn’t pass out. I could have spit and hit the front row audience member yet I have no clue what he or she looks like. I don’t think I looked up the entire time. I’ve never lifted with so many people watching me (by so many I mean like 40, but that’s a lot for me) and it was a weird feeling. I missed two of my snatches. I should have had them, but with my technique not being the best yet paired with being so nervous I couldn’t get it. By the time I got to the clean & jerks the nerves had calmed down a bit, plus I’m a little more comfortable with that movement anyways. Still couldn’t get my third lift though, just couldn’t punch out that jerk!!
All in all I had a great time! I learned more of what’s expected in a good lift. I learned I’m supposed to tell the announcer what weight I want to lift next (hehe whoops) and I learned that it’s a lot of fucking fun to get there, be with a bunch of other people who share a common interest and lift some weights! I’m already looking at doing another one at the end of April and am excited to get back to training. I know this is just the beginning and I plan to enjoy this ride!