For Weightlifting Wednesday, I wanted to reach back into the archives for a post I made over a year and a half ago about when I officially began to identify as a Weightlifter instead of a CrossFitter and my first meet experience. So, it’s ironic that due to injury, I’ve come full circle back to CrossFit (pictured doing a WOD with power snatches today), albeit temporarily. The road back to the platform will be a long one, but I hope well worth it. Enjoy.
It’s official. I now officially identify as a Weightlifter that CrossFits on the side. For a while there, it was an identity crisis. I mean, I’ve been a CrossFitter for nearly six years. That’s what I knew and loved. I still do love it, and still do it occasionally. But I fell in love with weightlifting more. Something about not only the physical toll, but the mental challenge and how technical it is. It takes true grit to stick to weightlifting.
Ultimately, I (and most current weightlifters) have CrossFit to thank for exposing me to the world of weightlifting. When I began CrossFit I didn’t know the difference between a powerlifter or weightlifter – sure do now. Funny that I came to this conclusion after my first weightlifting meet (more on that later) and when The CrossFit Games Open began and I somehow was bamboozled into signing up again this year. Our gym had an intramural team thing going on, and I was semi-intrigued by the fact that they had a scaled division option per Open WOD. After signing up, I realized there is no way I would be able to opt for the scaled versions (unless it was a skill set I absolutely did not have, like muscle ups) without looking like a huge sandbagger. I ended up doing all the Open WODs RX except for 15.3 with the muscle ups. Can we all just celebrate the fact that the Open is over? And that it was my last official Open, ever? (Editor Note: how is it that I was once again bamboozled into doing the Open in 2016? Ugh)
My quads felt it for DAYS from 15.5. Anyway, as mentioned before, I did my first ever weightlifting meet on February 22, 2015 at Waxman’s Gym for their No Pressure Open weightlifting meet. It was intended for first time lifters to get a feel for what it’s like to go through a competition warm-up, weigh in, be on the platform, etc. But being a “No Pressure” meet, there would be no podium finishes, no awards and no official weight classes.
I officially signed up and registered for the meet a month before. And I decided I wanted to be in the next weight class down for it, which means I would need to drop about 2-3 kg (5-6 lbs) in a month. I wanted to know if I could do this safely without my training suffering, so of course I consulted with my flexible dieting coach, Riki. She told me it’s very possible, considering most of that is more than likely water weight anyhow. She gave me my plan and if I so choose, a water cut (aka water loading) plan for the week leading into the meet for that extra push. And off I went.
Confession: I was kind of in a nutritional rut after my week long business trip in Vegas in January. I was unmotivated. Still counting my macros, but not always exact, and was kind of feeling meh. This sure as shit kicked me back into gear.
Stuck to the plan. Also did two weeks of Meet Prep training – which wasn’t going so hot. Then did the water cut. I was thrilled to weigh in at exactly 63 kg! Even though if this had been an official USAW sanctioned meet (singlet required, yikes), I wouldn’t had made the cut as I would need to be under 63 kg to qualify for the -63 kg weight class. It was more of a personal journey for me, and glad I was able to do it.
We were to arrive two hours prior to the start of our session to weigh-in, get time for warm up, etc. As mentioned, weigh in went great. It was then my coach’s job to determine when I should start warming up based on all the other girls’ opening snatch lifts. Apparently, mine was one of the higher openers, so he told me I wouldn’t need to warm up for a while. That is kind of how this whole thing goes. Your coach keeps an eye on the board (I’m sure it has an official name) that has all the girls’ declared openers and following lifts after they do them and determines how much time you have left to get ready based on that and also determines if it would be smart to move your numbers up a bit to give you an edge. Very much like chess.
Just like that. The first lift is always the snatch. I kept my opening lift conservative because the last thing I wanted to do was bomb out in my first meet. Before I knew it, it was time, I was on deck to perform my opening lift at 48 kg / 105 lbs – and I nailed it, thank God! I went on to also nail my second lift. And then, my coach asked me if I wanted to go for a PR – me, scared shitless, but feeling brave, said yes. He didn’t tell me how much of a PR and I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to know. I already knew myself…if I knew the weight, I’d get in my own head and psych myself out. And, well….I got it! He had put me down for 58 kg / 127 lbs. See the lift here, if you’re curious.
So stoked I nailed it! Shockingly, it didn’t feel like as much of a struggle as I thought it would. Maybe it was the platform adrenaline high? I’ll take it.
After that there was a while before the clean and jerk portion of the session began. Since my opener was among the higher ones out of all the girls, I had plenty of time to warm up. Went onto make my opening clean and jerk at 61 kg / 135 lbs, my second attempt at 68 kg / 150 lbs and…a PR on the platform with a clean and jerk of 73 kg / 161 lbs! Similar to the snatch, I did not know what weight I was going to be lifting, I just knew it would be a PR. So, so happy I got it!
Even though I barely told anyone, I’m glad that some of my people found out and came to support me. I was grateful to see them there afterwards. Afterwards, from an inside source, I found out that had there been awards, I would’ve taken first in the snatch and second in the clean and jerk! Who would’ve thought?
Well, that was my first weightlifting meet! Now what? Well, considering it was about two months now…and soon after I went on a weeklong vacation to New York to visit my dear friend, Jiggles (don’t ask), I got back not feeling very motivated. A nutritional rut, if you will. Why does this keep happening whenever I get back from being out of town? Ugh.
My original plan was to sign up for another meet that is in mid May and drop to the next weight class by then – the -58 kg weight class. That is about a 5kg / 11 lb fat loss from the time after my meet. I’m (un)happy to report that I am still about the same as I was back when I had my meet. I only slightly gained while in New York which surprising, considering I ate my way through NYC and Long Island. But nonetheless, no progress.
I need to get back on it. Needless to say, I don’t think the next weight class by mid May is going to happen. There are many meets throughout the year locally thankfully. I need to refocus, reboot and get my shit together. I am Carol.
Peace out yo,