Final Training Push

A Final Training Push, or…

My return to Masters Olympic lifting competition hasn’t been easy.

Competitions had once been my respite from real life. But the last few years have challenged me emotionally in profound new ways. My heart and head went searching for more serene endeavors. Because of that, I’d lost the enjoyment that came with the stress and strain of competition day.

On March 26, I decided I needed to come back to the sport. I called my coach Jeff Edwards and asked him to write up a training program. I competed at a local shake-out meet on April 14. And July 26-29, I’ll hit the platform to compete in the 2018 American Open Series 2 in Valley Forge, PA.

…A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Platform

In my time away from competitive lifting, I forgot a few things. (If your computer/phone volume is up, you’ll hear the grunts and moans of an old man lifting. To be fair, I sound like that when I’m standing up or sitting down, too.)

My technique has gone out the window. I don’t entirely trust my strength (and physics) at the moment, which means I’m over-compensating. A lot! (Also, my feet sometimes do weird things, which they most certainly should not be doing.)

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Worse than the technique, I embraced my new weight class just a little bit too much. Until last year, I competed at 77 kg. However, I found myself cutting several kilograms before competitions—and frankly, I’m too old to cut weight for a sport.

Jeff said it was okay for me to compete at 85 kg. I wouldn’t be as competitive, but I could eat cake.

Unfortunately, I overshot my target. Holy big belly, Batman! I’m surprised the velcro on that belt can hold together. (Thanks, George de Mestral, for velcro!) Time for a macro intervention!

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…But Also Another Funny Thing

I have no idea how I’ll do in July. Honestly, I am not even worried about it. And that’s an odd feeling for me.

Some mornings I wake up thinking I can compete at a high level again. Other mornings I wake up and want to read a book and then go for a hike. My therapist tells me that these are good things because my mind and body are telling me what each can handle that day. (Thank goodness for my therapist, by the way!)

I don’t worry so much about failing. I don’t even worry about getting better.

Instead, I just listen to my body and mind each day. And I let the rest work itself out.

What’s Your Story?

Did life knock you off your rhythm?

Are you finding a new groove you didn’t know you had?

Tell me your story in the comments!

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  • Michael Holmes June 20, 2018   Reply →

    Brad- At age 50 (9 years ago-we’d already met, I think) I was in the best shape of my life. Then, like many aging Boomers, I overdid it and ignored the cautions of my doctor and the messages from my body. The result was chronic biceps tendonitis at the lower insertion. It took years to recover. So listen to your body, your heart, and the experts! Best wishes for success!

    • Brad King June 25, 2018   Reply →

      These days success means something entirely different than it did before. I think you understand! Hope you are well, my friend. The next time I’m in town, let’s get food.

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