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Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Powerlifting


I folded my body tidily into a squat with my thighs below parallel, while wrapping my left hand under the bar, my right hand over the bar. I closed my fingers tight around the iron and made sure that I was holding it even, ignoring the number of plates stacked on either end. I looked straight ahead and my reflection in the mirror across the way looked back at me as I straightened my shoulders and thought, "Heels down." I rocked my toes off of the rubber mat beneath me ever so slightly, as if they were indeed in the stirrups, and felt the involuntary smile across my lips.

"Eyes up!" Trainer says. "The body goes where the eyes go." Just like when I used to jump.

I looked up, past my reflection, held my breath, pushing out with my abs, and in one smooth move exploded upwards, bringing the bar and its 185 lbs with me as I moved into a fully standing position. My reflection looked back at me, the little veins and the striations across my shoulders suddenly visible from an effort that I was not feeling right then. "Cool," I thought abstractedly, as if I was in an art museum looking at a painting that would leave me thinking later. I was in this quiet, peaceful place in my head as I continued holding my breath and folded my body back down into a squat. There's no way to gently place 185 lbs of metal back on the floor. I let the barbell slam down before letting go. "BAM!" I was back in the moment, grinning involuntarily, as I simultaneously released my breath and my grip on the bar and hopped back away from it.

"GOOD!" Trainer said. "That was really good!"

He was supposed to fix my form. But I had finally just figured out the imagery I needed in order to nail it! Keep those damn heels down. ;)

God that felt good. Like my entire body is this...this weapon that is stronger than iron. I wanted to do it again.

"Take a break!" Trainer said with a grin, noticing me eyeing the bar hungrily. I laughed and stepped away from the barbell.

Deadlifts. Gimme more.

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As noted here on the blog before, I haven't exactly been subtle about my ever-increasing love affair with the barbell.

MINE
One day Trainer announced that next week we would be starting WestSide Barbell Training, and was told to go look it up so I could come back with questions for the next session. Because by now he knows that I tend to have 8 billion questions every time we're starting something new. I just text them all to him so I don't forget during training when my brain is lacking oxygen, that we then discuss in person when I see him next.

Just the name of the program is freaking cool. I was already looking it up the moment my butt hit the car seat before driving home from the gym!


And as a longtime South Park fan, it's also hard to not remember this when you hear "West Side"... lol

Westside Barbell Training is a method developed by Louie Simmons at his invitation-only Westside Barbell gym in Columbus, OH. This gym has produced some of the strongest men and women in the world, with the focus of their strength being on the sport of powerlifting. You can read more about his method here, which I recommend if you want to have an idea of what Trainer had in mind for me. :) He was about to use my new-found love of the barbell to my advantage for bodybuilding. I absolutely loved the concept of using function to create form!

As you can guess by the title of this post, the key word here is powerlifting.

That's me, with 205 lbs on the barbell.
And I was going to just explain in a cut-and-dry way what powerlifting is so you guys understand what it's about, how it fits in with the current goals, and why I'm totally addicted to it right now...But in looking up more info on it for the purposes of this post, I stumbled upon the history of the sport and found it too interesting to not share as well. (I'm a nerd, mmkay? When I'm really into something, I'm REEEEAAALLLY into something! ;) )

So all the strength sports originally started in the 1800s with The World's Strongest Man events, which still exist and are now known as Strongman competitions. The difference is that back then these events were deliberately not standardized: in order to draw people to the sport, it was encouraged that each competitor specialize in a lift of their choice. The lift that one person specialized in would be avoided by the other competitors because this would allow each athlete to claim they were the strongest man in the world...at that one specific lift. At the time, these were the pro competitors of the weightlifting world, and this sport lasted in this specific format right up until WWI. (I thought this was truly fascinating...talk about building up huge egos!! Hahaha)

Remember the "Caveman Olympics" sport I told you guys about in my bodybuilding competition series?

To this day, Strongman is a little...extreme.
Even though the competition format has completely changed, of course, and is now standardized to a degree.
It is insane to watch.
I'm going to just quote from this article, because I like the way they explain it:

At the same time as professional lifting was unknowingly on its last legs, amateur weightlifting was beginning to develop. Quite unlike the pros there was a need for standardization that would allow some comparison among the performers now taking up the activity. This standardization process was not smooth or straight forward. Each national culture specialized in its own verity of strength testing, many of which had been folk activities for a long time, perhaps centuries.

The Russians lifted kettlebell-type weights for repetitions. The Scottish liked to throw heavy implements. The Basques hefted their stones shoulder high. The Germans and Austrians used heavy globe barbells lifted overhead in awkward movements. The French preferred more aesthetic lifts that did not touch the body. Some liked single-lift tests of maximum strength, others multi-repetition endurance lifting, some others liked to include balance feats along with strength displays. Both one- and two-hand lifting saw popularity in different countries.

One contest in 1878 featured twenty lifts, including lifting with fingers, squats, one- and two-hand jerks, swings, presses, endurance presses, bench presses and lastly, press, snatch, and clean and jerk. Many devotees believed that a champion should be able to do everything. But such contests were unwieldy. Something had to be done, but each lift still had its proponents. It took a long time to decide just what performance principle would prevail.


The press, snatch, and clean & jerk continue to exist to this day. 
Post is from Catalyst Athletics on IG, where Lindsay Pace demonstrates both the snatch and the clean & jerk. If you do CrossFit, you are probably familiar with these movements. They are a component of Olympic weightlifting.
I could watch people do these all day long. I get the same thrill that I do watching cross country in eventing: "That is SO BADASS!" Like with cross country, I don't know if I would have the guts to get into lifting heavy weights like this above my head (if you don't know how to get out from under that barbell, it can fall on your neck if you fail the lift), but it is soooooo cool to see other people excel at it. It's one thing to be able to lift beyond your own body weight. There is something jaw-droppingly astounding about a human not only being able to just lift that weight but to also be able to safely hoist 200+ lbs of iron above them and hold it there.



Sometimes the IG videos don't work on phones, so here's an embedded video of the clean & jerk from Badger Crossfit on YouTube. In super slow-mo, so you guys can truly appreciate the complexity of this movement. 

Anyway. Back to weightlifting history: 20 lifts in one competition, and with that amount of variety, is crazy!!! As noted in the quote, obviously people had a hard time with excelling at that many lifts.

Basically after much discussion between the leading competitors of different countries, one-handed and lying down lifts were eliminated, as were single-joint movements and endurance lifting (endurance lifting would re-emerge in the 21st century as the sport we all know as CrossFit! Isn't that cool?) The three standard lifts of Olympic weightlifting were made official at the 1928 Olympics, known back then as "The Olympic Three": the snatch, clean & jerk, and the clean & press. The clean & press would be eliminated by the 1972 Olympics due to its tendency to make athletes lean backwards during the lift (dangerous), leaving only the snatch and the clean & jerk that are used today.

The snatch

The jerk portion of the clean & jerk
"Odd lifts" branched out separately from Olympic weightlifting in the 1950s, because not all lifters wanted to/were able to throw huge amounts of weight above their heads. According to one source, "odd lifts" earned its name from the weird objects competitors would lift at the time...but I can't find photos of what those objects were then (was it like Strongman events now???) or when exactly they switched to barbells, so don't quote me on that. But powerlifting would be the evolved child of the sport formerly known as "odd lifts," and they would use barbells.

Deadlift with sumo (wide-legged) stance
The three lifts of powerlifting are the bench press, back squat (barbell behind the shoulders) and the deadlift. The competition format of powerlifting evolved into lifting the heaviest weight you possibly can in each of these movements...once. You just have to lift it one time. And you get three attempts in each lift to do so.

This is Marisa Inda, performing the bench press. She is a powerlifter and the American record holder in the bench, deadlift and total in the 114 lb class of the USAPL. #badass
Yup, that arch in her back is correct. Yup, it is also safe to do. Nope, it does not hurt your spine.
Did you know the bench press was originally developed to help rehab injured soldiers in WWII? I didn't either! But that's how this particular lift would get added to the lifting sports.
Wanna know who made these three movements the lifts of choice for powerlifting? Bodybuilders!

In the 1950s and '60s, Olympic lifting was declining in popularity while bodybuilding was rapidly becoming the most popular of the weightlifting sports because it appealed to more "normal" people. Powerlifting developed alongside bodybuilding as a sport where competitors took the strength lifts to the next level and competitively aimed to lift as heavy of a weight as they possibly could. That's how you got people like Doug Hepburn, who could squat 600 lbs for reps (as in, multiple times, not just one time) in the late 1960's. O_o

This is Doug Hepburn. Stereotypically, powerlifters have a very different body type from bodybuilders, which you can see an example of here. But again, this is a stereotype.
Women had been lifting alongside men throughout most of this. Men's bodybuilding competitions started in the 1950s as well, and initially they hosted a sort of supplemental beauty show or bikini contest. Which is how the whole Bikini division started, and why it still appeals so much to genetically gifted women that don't always necessarily need to work out 6 days a week in order to achieve/maintain a super lean body composition. Physique contests for women began in the 1960s...but it wasn't until the 1970s and the advent of the feminist movement and female powerlifting events that women were seen as capable of competing in their own bodybuilding competitions.

Okay, go back to that sentence...did you catch that? :D Female powerlifting became a sport at the same time as the feminist movement started! Maybe I'm a dork but finding that tidbit of information gave me goosebumps and made me jump up and down in my seat. Isn't that awesome???! And it also explains the female empowerment that still prevails so very strongly in modern women's powerlifting groups like this one.

Dr. Jan Todd would be one of the first of these women. She began powerlifting in 1973 after marrying fellow powerlifter Dr. Terry Todd. By 1975, only two years later (!!), she broke the Guinness World Record of 394 lbs in the deadlift...this was a 49-year record that was set by a man!! In 1976 she became the first woman to lift more than 400 lbs by deadlifting 412 lbs. She would go on to be the first woman to lift a combined weight of 1,200 lbs in the three power lifts: back squat, bench press and deadlift.

In 2009, she became the first woman to be inducted into the International Powerlifting Hall of Fame.

The great Dr. Jan Todd, superhuman extraordinaire and a real-life Wonder Woman.
You can read more about her badassery here. Not only did she set all of these records, she was the one that lobbied the US's national powerlifting association to allow women to compete in the sport, and played a crucial part in the early development of women's powerlifting in this country.

Nowadays you have women like Crystal Tate, who was the first woman to squat 700 lbs. And it's on video. She weighs 198 lbs.

The army of men around the rack are spotters. That's how many people you need to grab a barbell that heavy if she were to get stuck, because if you get stuck under 700 lbs, you're kind of doomed. These spotters are all there just in case.

And here she is deadlifting 600 lbs.


Crystal in her non-lifting state.
Nikki Gunz (Nicole Gonzalez) is my size (132 lbs) and she can squat 424 lbs, deadlift 474 lbs, and bench press 220 lbs. She is ranked #3 in the world in the 132 lb weight class.

If you're thinking it doesn't  look like much, that's 424 lbs on that barbell. And again, the three guys around her are spotters. This is called a 3-point spot because you have a spotter for each end of the barbell and one for the competitor.
Nikki in her non-lifting state.
You can read about more super bad-ass powerful women here, because otherwise I'm just going to keep yakking y'all's ears off about girl power.  (I bet you never knew you would learn so much about strength sports from this blog! I never thought I'd be writing about this subject, let alone this much!)

Okay, so now that we're all on the same page as to how cool this sport is in regards to women, specifically, I can explain the point of taking on powerlifting for training in the off-season. It's actually really simple: the goal is to make me a lot stronger in a shorter period of time. Lol Alllll of that explanation above just to say that. ;) But why, though? So that when it comes time to do volume training again (volume training is the more typical bodybuilding lifting that involves 4-5 sets of slow 8-12 reps (average of 10) where you're struggling to complete the last 2-3 reps, with the goal being to increase size) I can do it with much heavier weight than I was before. 

The fun part: this is another experiment. Trainer has used heavy lifting with other female bodybuilding clients, but I am the first that is not only completely undaunted by the idea of lifting the heaviest weight I can but also seems to have a talent for it, which means I am the first female client of his to play with powerlifting training, period. And so because knowledge is power and all that, I've spent the last few weeks since beginning this new training method researching the crap out of all things powerlifting. This post is where I get to type it all out. :) Because I am madly in love with it for real. The two sports do complement one another after all, if done right...

So volume training, as explained above, is what I've described in previous exercise posts where you do the 4-5 sets of 8-12 reps. You have maybe 60 seconds of rest between sets, or you can superset opposing body parts or muscle groups so you can keep your heart rate in the cardio zone (I am usually Superset Queen unless I am specifically instructed not to superset). You also strength train five to six days a week, each day focusing on a different muscle group

With Westside training, it's kind of the opposite: you do up to 10 sets of one of the power lifts, starting with 10 reps as a warm-up on the first set with just the empty bar. You add weight for the second set and then do only 5 reps. With each consecutive set, you drop the number of reps while increasing the amount of weight exponentially, until you are literally doing only one rep per set as the weight gets heavier. Rest between sets, even when each set is only one rep, is anywhere from two to five minutes. >.< Agony. The lifting itself is challenging, yes, but the really challenging part for Miss Squirrel On Crack (as Carlos calls me) is the part where you sit down and rest for such an extended period, especially when working out on my own. And: you only lift three to four days a week. There is a lot more rest involved in this type of training overall.

The first time Trainer introduced this method was with the squat. I helped add weight to the bar and immediately went to go do another set. 
"Nope, not yet," Trainer said. 
I stopped and obeyed. We got to talking and then my internal clock hit 30 seconds. 
"Now?" I asked expectantly, putting my hands on the bar.
"Nope. Not yet."
Grrr. Okay. We continued talking.
"What about now?" I asked, after what felt like another 30 seconds.
"Not yet."
*Pout* Okay. More conversation.
"And now???" I interrupted again. He is entertaining to talk to but I was dying to continue squatting.
"Nope."
I fidgeted, then realized what I was doing and sat still. I looked at my watch. I had no idea when the countdown had started, so that was pointless. I glanced sideways at Trainer and sloooowly reached for the bar...
He saw what I was doing. "Okay. Now," he said with a grin.
"FINALLY." 
He laughed. 

There are several different methods for training for powerlifting in addition to Westside: the 5/3/1 (Trainer is combining Westside Barbell training with this to a degree), 5x5 (this is a modification of it for bodybuilders), the Texas Method, among others. The general idea among all of them is that you work on the big lifts (bench, squat and deadlift, and some also include the shoulder press) on separate days for the brunt of the workout. Once that is done, you choose accessory exercises where you work on the muscles used to support the lift you're working on on that particular day to help further strengthen those supporting (aka "accessory") muscles. Ex: if you're on Squat Day, you'll work legs and glutes for your accessory work. If it's Bench Press Day, you'll work on triceps and chest. We're doing the 5x5 format (5 heavy reps for 5 sets) for accessory work; some methods combine 5x5 with volume training for the accessory portion of the workout. 

So how is it going so far? Read on to find out. :)


The Bench Press

I knew this would be the toughest of the three lifts for me and I was right: the bench press rapidly became my nemesis. Why? Because while I've pretty much been training legs since I was in college, I had only started truly training my chest in late 2015 when I was gearing up for a 2016 of endurance. I've always been horrible at push-ups, and chest flyes and chest presses on machines were...quite wimpy. For a really long time. As in, my chest flyes were done with 50 lbs total on the machine (that weight is split between both arms btw. So the equivalent of 25 lbs each arm). And chest presses (on a machine) were with 15 lbs each arm. On my own, my focus was on core and legs mainly, since these are the muscles that get worked the most when riding. I added more upper body work while prepping for endurance because having a strong upper body was so helpful when having to swing a saddle that now felt 20 lbs heavier (from exhaustion!) at the second hold halfway through a 50-mile ride! And shapely arms are sexy, so there was also that. ;)

Enter Trainer and his methods. Pec development is not really important in Figure like it is in Women's Physique and proper Bodybuilding divisions (this is a great explanation of the different competition divisions that I never did fully go into in my series of posts), so while chest was worked in the beginning to create overall balance, as time ticked on and the first competition date approached, Chest Day was dropped out of the rotation in lieu of working shoulders, back and legs. Chest was again revisited during my second prep, but as part of Back Day: I alternated chest and back exercises for the duration of the workout on these days. This rapidly became my favorite workout day, equal only to Leg Day. But again as the show date neared, chest exercises got dropped and subbed for triceps work instead.

I didn't have a pec line, but holy shit did my strength improve during that time: once I was off of prep for a second time with carbs a daily thing again and the focus on lifting heavy AF, I realized that I could suddenly do chest flyes with 80 lbs and seated chest presses with 45 lbs each arm.

Not me. But you can see what a pec line (center line down her chest) looks like in a woman. In achieving a pec line, you tend to sacrifice boobs. I don't have a problem with that. (Shhhhh don't tell Carlos!)
But...working on machines or with dumbbells (the alternate) meant that I had never really done a proper bench press with a barbell. For starters: the bench press area is usually overtaken by guys. And I hadn't really practiced proper form with the bar, so I wasn't about to start experimenting with the bench press in Guy Land without knowing prior how to do it correctly. Also: working with dumbbells meant that I was forced to use both arms equally and independently.

Side note: I have improved in leaps and bounds this year in terms of my comfort level in the barbell and dumbbell section of the gym (aka Guy Land) but I still have moments of complete intimidation where I just don't want to deal with the testosterone in that part of the gym. Barbell training has forced me to continue to confront my own issues with this section of the gym...and in doing so I started looking around: even during the off-season, I was still more defined, vascular and muscular than 80% of the guys here. It was pretty eye-opening. And sometimes it's kind of cool to go in thinking, "Yeah! I'm the only girl here!" so long as no one comes over and tries to talk to me. #dontinterruptmyworkout

Squats are my buddy that comes naturally to me. I loved deadlifts but there is so much technique involved that they gave me pause once we started ramping up the weight. And then there was the bench press, which I already knew I was going to suck royally at: the 45 lb bar by itself was already moderately challenging. So doing 10 sets of gradually increasing weight was kind of mind-blowing when the smallest plates are 2.5 lbs. Trainer had me do my first bench press session on my own, and I maxed out at 70 lbs. I could not go heavier without getting stuck while pressing the barbell back up.

So it was re-visited with Trainer, and it ended up being one of my most frustrating sessions ever, mainly because by this point I had kind of gotten used to excelling at everything he threw my way.

It was like learning to ride for the first time: I would do A wrong, correct that, then B would fall apart. I would correct B, and then A would need to be fixed again, and then C would crop up. It is especially hard to fix posture and create new muscle memory when the bar is getting progressively heavier. Trainer was also correcting my form after I had completed whatever amount of reps I was supposed to be doing, which was unusual to me: because of riding lessons, I'm used to being corrected in real time (while performing) and in fact do better with this type of instruction because I can feel in the moment what I'm doing wrong and fix it right then and there. I didn't formulate this thought until after the session, when I was mentally going over everything I had been told, and was ready to tell Trainer the kind of feedback I needed, but I never did need to: he started correcting me in real time the next time we practiced the bench press.

Bench press is hard, guys. And unlike the squat, it is not intuitive at all for me. It actually is a full-body workout when done correctly, where you activate everything from your upper back right down to your glutes, and your arms have to be in a specific position to achieve the correct bar path...but that position and bar path can vary slightly depending on your conformation (I did a LOT of reading after this particular session!) and if you don't do it right, you are going to get stuck...or you could potentially hurt yourself. So there is a helluva lot to think about when doing what seems to be a very simple down-and-up press of the barbell.

The glutes activation part was the hardest. I understood the concept but the moment I started concentrating on pushing that bar back up away from my chest, I would forget to keep my butt engaged, and I'd get stuck. Like, literally stuck: I couldn't push the bar back up without Trainer helping. It took multiple attempts to figure out how I needed to position my body with my particular conformation (long-legged and short torso) in order to be able to use my legs while lying face-up on this bench with my feet on either side of it. Again: not intuitive at all. And very frustrating.

So when it comes to the squat and deadlift, I feel as bad-ass as the girl in front here that's owning her deadlifts. Almost makes me want to have long hair again so I can toss my ponytail back like this. :D Hell yeah.
Annnnd when it comes to bench pressing, I feel like the guy's poor girlfriend in the background...(I hope she sticks with it and that one day she gets so strong that she kicks his butt at lifting, because karma...)
We all do have to start somewhere. 

Trainer seemed amused that I was having such a hard time but was encouraging and did his best to explain. Further researching on my own was enormously helpful because it expounded further on everything he told me.

I got home that day, pulled out my 20 lb dumbbells and my stability ball and practiced my position: if I took the bench away and used only my traps against the stability ball and my feet on the floor while engaging my abs and butt, I could press the dumbbells up with ease in a position that felt like exactly what Trainer had explained and demonstrated. I did 3 sets of 10 reps, which was enough to ingrain  into my muscles  how my body should feel while performing this particular exercise. I didn't touch the bench press again until my next session with Trainer a week later.

This time, I slid into position on the bench, remembering how everything had felt while on the stability ball at home, and did my warm-up set of 10 reps with the empty bar.

"That was MUCH better!" he said with a grin. "Did you practice?"

"I did!" And I explained what I had done with the ball. He approved.

Being able to have more control over the rest of my body meant that, now that I could actually freaking push the bar up, we could then focus on what I was doing with my arms and shoulders: my angles were still wonky. Instead of increasing the weight with every set, he kept the weight moderately difficult so I could still think about what I was doing instead of blanking out at "OMG this is heavy and I'm going to fail."

And then suddenly everything fell into place. While the exercise did not in itself get particularly easier, it started to flow in a way where I didn't have to think as much while performing. I would set up with my hands on the bar, think about drawing my scapulae together, keeping my shoulders drawn down towards my waist to tighten my lats, both lifting my ribcage and contracting my abs to get a low arch to my lower back, and tightening my thighs around the bench while pressing feet against the floor to activate glutes while still keeping them in contact with the bench. Once all of that was ready, I just had to think about keeping my arms straight while pressing the bar back up. It was really cool when I finally got it because my body just kept it all together on its own without me having to overthink.

"That was a really good set," Trainer said approvingly when I re-racked the bar. I grinned. I nailed it three more times!

In 6 weeks, my one-rep max for the bench press has gone up from 70 lbs to 100 lbs, which is a pretty impressive change but is typical for noobs to the sport. When working on my own, I've been focusing on being able to eke out 5 sets of 5 reps as heavy as I can while maintaining correct form without getting stuck. I also try to alternate with dumbbells because with the bar, my left shoulder likes to scrunch up towards my ear when I get tired and since my right arm is stronger than my left, I keep pushing the bar up faster with my right arm than my left. Dumbbell work forces the left arm to work as hard as the right while carrying the same amount of weight. I think this is helping. We'll see how it continues to go.

Progress is not linear with powerlifting. Being tired, your mental state, what you ate (or didn't: I was told to increase the carbs even more; more on that later), whether you slept well the night before, if you argued with your friend or SO, stress levels, hormone levels (women legit will be able to lift heavier at specific points during their menstrual cycle), all play into how well and how heavy you're going to lift on a given day. There is as much of a mental component to it as riding, except this time it's not the horse mirroring your mental state back at you: it's your own strength! You are dealing with your mental state all by yourself. It's your mind against the iron. If you walk in thinking, "I'm not going to be able to do this," you really are not going to be able to do it. Doesn't matter if it's 30 lbs lighter from your previous one-rep max. If you walk in thinking that you're going to own that shit, you probably will. It's crazy how powerful our minds are, and how your state of mind can make you or break you. It's a lesson that has repeated itself over and over for me this year, and now I'm participating in a sport where the manifestation of my strength is a direct result of my mental state that day.

This. Yes.


The Deadlift

I love this move because it feels so fucking bad-ass when you finally get it. I also hate this move because it is so demoralizing when you fail the lift, and since I've already failed it in the past, every time I'm confronting that barbell on the floor I feel like I'm squaring off with an angry bull. Except the bull isn't really the bar, it's actually the part of my brain that wants to believe I can't do it.

The deadlift is incredibly technical. For powerlifting purposes, you start in a squat stance with your shoulders higher than your butt and your back in a straight line. Kind of like two-point.

Initial stance of the conventional deadlift.
If you're an equestrian reading this, it's going to look familiar...


...because of this.
Featured to show a solid two-point position: Beezie Madden. Like, seriously: even the knee and hip angles of the two-point are the same as in the starting point of the conventional deadlift.
It is crucial that you pull the bar straight up while maintaining your shoulders higher than your butt. Your butt should be the last part of your back to rise. Otherwise your lower back will round and you seriously risk popping a disk in your lumbar spine when the weight on the bar increases.

There are 80 million things you have to think about when going up to that bar, especially if you're like me and you've spent the last 6 months focusing on doing straight-legged deadlifts with lighter weight because the goal was developing hamstrings and not power. 6 weeks into this, I still have to think about dropping into a squat stance, I still have to think about keeping my shoulders up, about looking ahead and then up and not down at the bar while I'm lifting, of setting up but not getting into position before I'm absolutely ready to pull, of keeping my scapulae down so my lats get tight (because upper back is a huge component of the deadlift. It's not just a lower body exercise). I have to think about pushing my knees out while driving down with my heels ("Heels down!"), and about keeping the bar as close to my body as possible. It's actually normal to get bruises on your shins while deadlifting, if you're doing it right. You have to think about all of these things but you also can't overthink it too much or you'll just get lost in thinking about it and not actually do it. Or at least, that's what happens to me because I'm, well, me.

The moment described at the beginning of this post with 185 lbs was the first time everything truly clicked for me in the deadlift. I went on to pull 225 lbs for my 1RM (one rep max) that day. At that weight, the initial part of the lift, from floor to knee height, was soooooo hard, but once I was past that point on the way to lockout and at lockout itself, it felt...easy. Like I really could have lifted more.

Throwing this video here because these are GORGEOUS deadlifts. I aspire to have her form OMG...and she does 14 of them. With 315 lbs. DAAAAAAAAAAMNNNNN...
Video from here.


The Squat

If you've been reading the fitness posts, you already know this is my Pet Lift. I love the squat because it's the one lift that I own. The more I read, the more I realize that what I've done, the going up to the barbell and being able to squat over 225 lbs after only a couple of weeks of heavy-lifting-specific training, is highly unusual. Most people need to work up to that for months and months, sometimes years, depending on their starting point. In my case it's a direct reflection of years of riding and leg training and 6 months of hard-core Leg Days with Trainer...which has shot me right into Advanced Lifter range for my age and weight from the get-go in this specific lift (I'm not that far behind on the deadlift either.)

If you follow me on IG you might have caught the post where I mentioned an injury that has been keeping me from squatting to parallel with the bigger weights. It was so dumb. It happened at the last group session with Trainer almost two months ago now: we were doing sumo squats for high reps with the empty barbell. We had had a long warm-up but it was one of the first cold mornings of October. I was actually in my second set when I felt something in my left glute unexpectedly go "crunch" as I sank down into the squat. It hurt, but I altered my position slightly so that it wouldn't hurt, and finished the exercise. I went on to finish the entire session, which was a Leg Day, while continuing to successfully guard the area.

I was baffled because usually I get a warning from my body before something like that happens, and I can prevent it. There was no warning this time. I initially thought hoped it was a strain so I rested it. Kinda. But ICU work involves lots of squatting and lifting and kneeling and sitting on the hard hospital floor and in steel cages, so after 39 hours a week of using my glutes for everything my job entails, my left glute would be terribly sore again by the end of my 3-day workweek. And then the first training day of the week would often be Leg Day, which didn't help matters. Trainer moved to a public gym which meant he dropped the 5-person group sessions to paired sessions. I was switched to Westside Barbell training around that time as well, which was completely different from anything anyone else was doing, so I continued with only individual sessions because there was no one I could be paired with. I had liked the social aspect of the group sessions so I decided to dabble in CrossFit for my cardio: Carlos had decided to join our local box and we were trying to make it something we did together. Carlos was hooked and I had a ton of fun with it...but high rep leg work wasn't exactly helping my injured glute. And then I strained my abs pretty badly during a monster pull-up, sit-up combo workout at the box. And then I asked Trainer point-blank if I could use CrossFit as my cardio (after I'd been doing it for a month...)...and he was pretty adamant about me not doing this because it was going to affect my lifts in training. Arrrrrgh. But he was right. And also: two injuries now. So I dropped CrossFit (sad face) and went back to the drawing board with HIIT (no steady-state cardio right now either. I'm okay with that), and then I changed my work situation up (one day less of ICU work, one more day of anesthesia, which allows me to just sit more throughout the day), and all of this combined ensured my ab strain healed and has finally expedited the healing of my glute. I'm pretty sure now that it was a tear, not a simple strain.

I did tell Trainer about it (my ongoing joke is that I have a broken ass) because it meant that sometimes I could not drop to parallel. Or it meant that I had to slow down in order to drop to parallel...during one session I was doing paused squats with 225 lbs across my shoulders because I didn't want to pop back up to standing position too quickly. Paused squats are harder btw, but I was so focused on being careful that I wasn't thinking about the weight of the bar. I didn't really think about what I'd accomplished until later. O_o

Now that it's better, I'm carefully reintroducing dropping to and below parallel with lighter weight during my own sessions.

During my geeking-out over this sport, I stumbled upon an article on Zercher squats, where you hold the barbell in the crook of your elbows. This exercise is supposed to be super painful because of this (a heavy metal bar across the thinner skin inside your elbows is not a pleasant sensation), but is one of the best exercises for working on dropping low  in the squat while keeping your chest up. I slowly worked up to 80 lbs on this day (the most weight I could tolerate on my arms without the pain distracting me from my form) and absolutely fell in love with this exercise. It worked all the right glute muscles without bothering the injury site at all! And I was still able to drop this low, which is my norm. It works glutes, quads, upper back and biceps, so it can also be used as accessory work for the deadlift. Or you can just do Zercher deadlifts...which I have yet to try because they kinda scare me...even though every time I lift a large breed recumbent canine patient from the floor, I'm literally doing a Zercher deadlift!
I still hit my one-rep max of 245 lbs in the squat with this injury though. AND beltless, which is also an enormous deal. And is also why I'm excited to see what happens once my glute is fully healed!



Gear

I think the one piece of gear I've been the most excited about was the weightlifting belt. This also involved a whole lot more research, starting with why you should wear a belt and when <- please ignore the title of that blog and go on into the post, if this is something that interests you. It's a really great explanation. That post was crucial in me learning what to look for in a belt, which is why I skipped past the neoprene belts on Amazon, the commercially available leather belts by reputable companies like Rogue, and also right past the 4" standard belts and into custom realm. Because y'all know by now that I don't do anything halfway.

I wanted a 3" wide, single-prong, 10-13 mm belt of preferably suede (because sticky!) that was also federation approved in case I decide to compete in this sport later on. After more research and discussion with Trainer, I settled on a belt from Best Belts. They were the only ones that made a 3" belt to my specs. Why 3"? Because I'm so damn short-waisted. 60% of my height is legs, and I literally only have 4" of room between the end of my ribs and the point of my hips: I did not want a 4" belt stabbing me in the diaphragm when I'm trying to have absolute control of my breathing, especially when you're curled up into a tight little ball for initiating the deadlift.

I ordered the belt on Black Friday and it arrived about 3 weeks later, which was not bad at all considering that Best Belts apparently isn't known for fast production and delivery. We had to go to the post office to pick up the package.

I was a little excited.
My preciousssss!!!
At my first squat session with it, Trainer instructed me to get the belt tight, tight enough that it was hard to breathe. The entire point of the belt is not for it to give you support: it's so it gives you something to brace your core (both abs and lower back) against when lifting massive amounts of weight. So yes: it's supposed to be a lot tighter than a regular belt will ever be. I looked up at my reflection in the mirror across the squat rack once I had the belt in place and laughed: I looked like a wasp. My back and shoulders are wider than they've ever been, while my waist is still 27".

Pretty much. 
We worked on one-rep maxes that day and each time I was done, I automatically loosened the belt. It hit me at the end: "Now I understand why everyone loosens their belts the moment they're done lifting!" Because that's when you can finally breathe normally again!


Diet and Changes

If you want to create major changes in your body during the off-season, you're supposed to eat more. Namely carbs. Especially if you're lifting crazy heavy things. And if your goal is gaining muscle, you're supposed to back off on the cardio as well.

When you've gotten used to looking like a lean, mean athletic machine, the off-season fluff can be kind of a mindfuck. I vacillate between, "OMG I look like a tank and I love it!" and "UGH where are my abs???!" It's good to know I am not alone: most of both the bodybuilding and powerlifting athletes I follow are going through exactly the same thing right now and are currently posting photos. It's called "thickness." I am right where I am supposed to be right now...but I still have to deal with my head.

I'm currently on week 3 of Increasing Carbs per Trainer's orders. I'd been in the 100-200 g/day range on active days. I'm now in the 200-300g/day range to help maximize strength gains.

"I think you are active enough that you can stand to eat more carbs," Trainer had said wryly when I initially cringed about it. He sounded like my mom back in the day. So I bumped up the carbs. Because butternut squash and sweet potatoes and rice and oatmeal and fruit and real dairy...*drool* And OH MY GOD YOU GUYS: try this recipe (I prefer it sans cinnamon) and this one. They are two faves right now.

So what most people don't understand about carbs is that they WILL make you look fluffier. Why? Because of glycogen stores. When you eat carbs, your muscles store them as energy in the form of glycogen. For every gram of glycogen stored, you also gain about 2.7 grams of water because your kidneys hold onto more sodium in response to you eating carbohydrates. These two things are why muscles tend to look "fuller" and bigger, though not necessarily more defined (striated), when you eat more carbs. People lose dramatic amounts of weight on low carb diets because they are dropping water weight due to the reduced carbohydrate consumption and the excretion of sodium from the kidneys thanks to both the decreased carbs and increased dietary protein (if you eat less carbs, you're automatically going to be eating more protein.)

My shirts and sports bras started to feel snugger across my back. And understandably so: the changes in my back were insane.

It wasn't just wider: it also had more depth. Which even Carlos, who sees me every day, pointed out.
I'd always wanted my back to look like this.

1. March 2017, before I started training for the July show.
2. May 2017, after two months of bodybuilding-specific training.
3. End of November 2017, after 6 months of bodybuilding-specific training + 1 month of powerlifting.
SO FREAKING COOL YOU GUYS!!!
And then my pants started to feel snugger across the tops of my thighs and that's where I freaked out and drew the line. I ended up confronting Trainer about it in a conversation that, in hindsight, was quite comical.

I had sent him a text to let him know I was frustrated so he'd have a heads-up when I saw him next. He brought up the text while I was warming up.

I stopped mid jumping jacks to talk.
"Okay, so first my shirts were snugger across my back and I was fine with that because I was like, 'Oooo my back is wider!' but now my pants are snugger around the tops of my thighs and my lower butt...and then I weighed myself and I'm up 3 lbs!"

"Finally!" he said.

"But I don't want to gain weight!"

"It's muscle!" he said.

"No it's not! I'm Latina! Our ass is where we gain fat!" I hissed. We were in the middle of a public gym after all.

"We're working on some pretty hard-core lifting that uses your entire posterior chain," he said. "You are going to gain muscle. It's all muscle!"

I snarled and left it at that. I wasn't going to argue with him. (But seriously: when was the last time you heard of someone arguing with their trainer about weight gain and the trainer being all for it??)

I've been taking a shit-ton of photos during this off-season to track progress and to have something to compare it to, especially because it's such a long block of time that we're dealing with. Later that day I told Carlos about the conversation with Trainer.

"Ummmmm...you are not fat," he said. "You're a brick. I can feel the difference when I touch you."

I had set up these photos as a progress update for IG, and I went back and looked at them again. I had been dissatisfied when I took them...but in looking at them again in third person, I went, "Wow. Ok. Maybe Trainer and Carlos are right."


And once I could see what they saw, I couldn't stop laughing. That little voice that exists in every woman's head, that says, "You're supposed to be skinny!" is really, really hard to get to shut the fuck up! Even when you're training for strength and power! That little voice is still alive and well in me too, just like it is in you. Please read this if any part of you thinks "skinny" = "ideal."

So I did something really ballsy and posted that triptic of photos to Facebook, with the following caption: "This continues to be a fascinating journey. My favorite part of it is blowing up the general notion of how society thinks a woman should look. 

Case in point: Conversation with Trainer this morning:
Me: 'Dude. I've gained 3 lbs. Shirts are snugger across my back and my pants are tighter.'
Trainer: 'Finally!'
Me: 'But I don't wanna gain weight!'
Trainer: 'It's muscle!'
Me: 'No it isn't!'
Trainer: 'Yes it is!'

Then I looked at these progress shots from this past Saturday. Ok fine. Maybe he's right. O_O"

I reserve my fitness posts for IG for the most part. I almost never post on FB about it because 1. I'm friends with a lot of coworkers. 2. Latinos are not keen on the athletic look, especially if said Latinos are family. 3. The second you hint at being any level of bodybuilder, people automatically assume you're using steroids. For the record: I'm NOT!! That's the whole point of this: to see how far I can go, naturally. The only steroid I take is my birth control pill!

As expected, one of my male cousins had something to say about it and called my look "extreme." Which only further proved my point about society and its expectations of what a woman is supposed to look like: thin! This cousin in particular knew me when I was anorexic to boot. I got a good laugh out of his reaction and proceeded to put him in his place...as did a whole bunch of my female friends who are also into fitness. I might have had way too much fun with this. :D Because it opened up a whole conversation about how athleticism and strength are sexy, and power and strength can be synonymous with feminine. Some of my favorite guys whom I both admire and respect joined in on this conversation, most of them in private, all of them supportive. It was awesome.

#notfluffy
Just #superstrong.
I leave you with this article, which I think that every woman who participates in a sport should read.

And also with this image and caption:

The new perfume from ThepowerliftingWomen.com - Bearded Lumberjack 😗😙 @syattfitness - 💥WHEN WOMEN LIFT HEAVY WEIGHTS...💥 - 🦄There are some dark witches and wizards who say women shouldn't lift heavy weights. One particularly nasty death eater, Dolores Umbridge, wrote in her Educational Decree number 792 that all women who lifted more than 3lbs would get big and bulky and severely injure themselves because it's so “dangerous.” - ☕️Which might sound convincing - plausible, even -until you realize most women's purses weigh more than 3lbs, for effs sake, and I don't know about you but I sure as Sirius Black don't see women strapping purses around their shoulders and all of a sudden getting jacked arms and a thick back. - 🦄Listen. Women are strong as hell and should be lifting like it. They shouldn't feel weird about going into the weight room. They shouldn't feel judged or out of place or uncomfortable. Women should walk into the gym without a second thought, toss some heavy weight around, and feel good about themselves - confident and strong and powerful. Not like they're doing something bad or wrong or unattractive. - ☕️Lifting weights does wayy more than just the boring stuff like increase bone density and improve your metabolism and blah blah blah. Lifting weights and gaining strength gives you a confidence within yourself unmatched by anything else. It sounds cliche and hippy dippy but holy hell is it empowering. And in a world where women are often told to be smaller and and lesser and softer and quieter...lifting heavy weight is, I think, one of the best things we need to encourage them to do. Because screw lesser and smaller and softer and quieter. We need to encourage them to be louder and stronger and confident and proud. - 🦄Lifting heavy weight does more than strengthen your muscles. It strengthens your mind and confidence and sense of self. It gives you an opportunity to identify a weakness, target it, work on it, overcome it, and turn it into a strength. That is amazing. Incredible. And every one of us - men and women - should be doing it in some Form.
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I love this group. Love. Absolutely love!

"...Screw lesser and smaller and softer and quieter. We need to encourage them to be louder and stronger and confident and proud. Lifting heavy weight does more than strengthen your muscles. It strengthens your mind and confidence and sense of self. It gives you an opportunity to identify a weakness, target it, work on it, overcome it, and turn it into a strength. That is amazing. Incredible. And every one of us - men and women - should be doing it in some form."

Amen, sisters. Amen.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

The Experiment Continues Part V: The 100


Continued from here. This is the last of the fitness posts for a while. Maybe. ;)

On this particular day, there had been some confusion over the time at which the group would be meeting: I ended up being a half hour early for the group session, but it worked in my favor because I swung by a nearby gas station and picked up a bottle of Gatorade. I have stayed fairly low sodium with my diet even after stopping prep, which had resulted in occasional cramps in my feet during the more hard-core training sessions. I had just realized that morning that I was out of my Hammer Endurolytes Fizz tablets and had been bummed about it...but now I could resort to the Plan B of Gatorade.

This would be a brilliant idea on my part: I poured half the Gatorade into my water bottle so I could have a less-sweet diluted version, and kept the other half of the drink available to drink straight, just like I used to do at endurance rides. I would start out drinking the straight Gatorade during the day's workout and then 1/3 of the way through switch to the diluted version. It worked beautifully: I never did get cramps, and I'm pretty sure the simple carbs in the drink helped fuel the day's workout.

Trainer had said it would either be The 100 or Leg Day. I was expecting Leg Day, so I was surprised when he started setting up for something else. Elsa was there too and we helped him get the equipment laid out, though both her and I were confused: this looked like it was going to be an upper body workout. I was kind of bummed, to tell you the truth.

As the rest of the group arrived, Trainer announced it:

We would be doing The 100.

The 100 consists of 100 consecutive reps (as in, you can't mix them up) of each of these 10 exercises: 1. Push-ups, 2. Air squats (body weight), 3. Pull-ups, 4. Walking lunges, 5. Push-press, 6. Wall balls (throwing a medicine ball at the wall), 7. Dips (triceps), 8. Barbell row, 9. Lateral line hops, 10. MB (medicine ball) sit-ups.
You are supposed to complete them in this order as well. 
There were groans from everyone...while I tried to keep my face from visibly brightening.

I had stared at that board with the workout for months now, wondering if I would be able to complete it. Imagining myself going through 100 reps of every single one of those exercises, and wondering if I would be able to finish each one. Only recently I had decided that not only could I complete it, I was pretty sure I could be competitive at it. I just wasn't sure how I would stack up against the others.

Trainer had never had a doubt that I could do it. His incentive for me joining the group had been so I could do The 100 with them after all.

We all warmed up and then got into position for push-ups. Trainer set a timer on his cell phone and placed it on one of the wooden boxes lined up against the wall.

And...GO!

Trainer and I started out neck and neck. He was the only one in the group doing regular push-ups though: the rest of us had our knees on the floor. He was doing the most difficult version of the 100: everything unassisted (mainly the pull-ups and triceps dips), so despite him and I leading, this really was not a competition because he was doing the workout at a completely different level. As it would turn out, I would complete the workout at a different level from the rest of the group myself.

I finished 3 reps behind him and started on squats. I caught up and rapidly passed him: as y'all know by now, squats are one of my literal strengths and sans added weight like this they were an absolute breeze. I just splayed my legs out as if I was on a horse and squatted down to parallel to the beat of the music, very akin to posting. 100 reps without pause.

Trainer was not far behind me though. I attacked the pull-ups next, choosing the set of resistance bands that had less resistance. In the time it took me to think "How am I going to get my foot in here?" Trainer had finished his 100 squats and came over to pull the bands down over my foot. He was out of breath.

"If you take your foot out of this, I'm not coming back to help you," he panted.
"I won't," I said. I meant it. This was WAAAAY more assistance than what I even use when working on my own at the gym. I have been progressively using less assistance on the pull-up machine and Trainer has me use even less when working with him, so right now I felt like I almost had to fight the assistance in the hanging phase of the pull-up. I figured if I needed a break, I'd just let the band assistance bounce my torso up onto the bar and rest there!

Assisted pull-ups with band. This is what all of us in the group did.


Unassisted or standard pull-ups. This is what Trainer did.
As it turned out, I knocked out those 100 reps without pause as well. Trainer had said that pull-ups with the level of assistance the others needed would be a piece of cake for me. I had not believed him...how was it possible that I was better at pull-ups than the guys? Though my upper body is SO much stronger than it used to be when I first started working with Trainer, upper body strength is not what I consider my forte. He had insisted that I was nowhere near as weak as I thought.

I believed him now.

Trainer was doing pull-ups completely unassisted (see photo above), which meant he had to stop to take breaks. This is where I truly pulled ahead for good, because after pull-ups came walking lunges.

I might struggle with jump lunges but walking lunges are my bitch. I own that shit. I don't do body weight walking lunges because I can do them forever and ever and ever; we had been doing them with the 45 lb barbell and I had been doing static lunges with 95 to 115 lbs on my own. The 100 called for body weight walking lunges.

Walking lunge. A lot of people need to pause to rebalance before swinging forward into the next step with the opposite foot; this is fine and absolutely normal. I've been doing these long enough (years) that I can literally walk forward without pause while lunging. That was my one advantage now.
I backed up as close as I could to the open garage door behind me and proceeded to walk lunge my way down the length of that gym as fast as I could while still maintaining correct form. It took 4 rounds, which I completed in under two minutes.

Which was great because it meant I could pace myself for the push press, the one exercise I knew I would struggle the most with. Why? Because the push press is that awful barbell shoulder press that had nearly killed all of us during my first group class.

Push press sequence. Note the bending of knees before pushing the bar overhead.
I started out fast, trying to gauge how I was going to split the 100 reps based on what my shoulders and body told me.10 reps at a time? I reached 10 reps and was fine. 15 reps at a time then? I hit 15 and realized that if I pushed a little harder, I could get all the way to 20.

At 20 my shoulders were burning and I was breathing hard. I set the bar down and started to pace. I glanced at my heart rate monitor: I was at 158, which wasn't surprising given how much I was having to expand my chest on inhalation. I walked 2 circles while I got a handle on my breathing and successfully dropped my pulse to 144.

Rock on. I knocked out another 20, this time placing my hands closer together (they were at shoulder width now) so as to minimize strain to my rear delts, and used my legs a little more during the push portion of the exercise so the momentum would help my upper back muscles lift the bar above my head. This spiked my heart rate but that was fine: I preferred to deal with that over sacrificing my shoulders.

My heart rate monitor went off when I hit 15 reps. I glanced at Trainer: he was sitting on one of the boxes taking a break. He didn't hear it over the music. I went on to 20, then set the bar down and paced for another 2 circles. Breathe deep and slow. Heart rate back to 144, and repeat.

Third set, and the same thing again: Beep-beep-beep-beep at 15 reps. This time Trainer heard it. I got a grin and a nod. I just laughed and finished the set.

This is the part where my crazy cardiac recovery time gave me an edge yet again: thanks to All The HIIT, my heart rate was dropping 20 bpms in less than a minute each time, which allowed me to continue to pull ahead from the others even during the toughest-for-me of all the exercises of The 100.

On to wall balls.

Trainer was finishing walking lunges at this point. I don't know how he knew that I was done vs just taking a break, but he knew.

"Use the large 10 lb medicine ball," he said, and I went over to fetch it. He gave me directions on how close to get to the wall and how high to throw the ball against the wall while still lunging away, and I began the exercise. I was able to glance at Trainer's cell timer on one of the boxes before starting: we were only 18 minutes into this and I was already more than halfway through.

Wall balls was challenging. You had to hold the ball above your head and throw it up against the wall, catch it, squat, and throw it against the wall again...x100. My shoulders protested a bit at the beginning but I just engaged my legs more and was able to knock out 30 reps at a time. My heart rate monitor went off again towards the end of each 30-rep set. I'd pause after 30 reps, wait for my heart rate to drop to 148 (it took less than 30 seconds) and then continued.

A group of people demonstrating different phases of wall balls.
Trainer was still working on his walking lunges while I worked on wall balls. He looked exhausted already. I would deliberately walk past him when my heart rate monitor was beeping and glance at him to see him visibly brighten. Cracked me up every single time, but I felt like I was giving him a morale boost too!

And done with wall balls. I paced for a minute to catch my breath and glanced at Trainer's timer on the box...20 minutes. It had only taken me two minutes to complete the wall balls.

Okay then! Onward.

Tricep dips. These I could do on one of the wooden boxes. I also split them into sets of 20, also done as fast as I could while still maintaining correct form (this was still a workout. Not only did I want to be the fastest, I wanted to be the fastest while doing every exercise correctly! No cheating on form), with a 30-second break in between sets.

Unassisted dips on the left, assisted or bench dips on the right. Trainer was the only one doing the version on the left, the rest of us did the version on the right using wooden boxes instead of a bench. I typically press my heels into the floor and point my toes up to make it more challenging, and that is how I did my 100 dips.
When you've spent the last 6 months doing the most excruciatingly slow versions possible of most of these exercises, suddenly being unleashed to do them at lightning speed made them so freaking easy. That was my other advantage right there: I was used to doing all of these super slow while maintaining form so the muscles used were hit in their entirety during the full range of motion. Now I was using all of that development in a functional manner.

I wasn't ever expecting to be an advocate for this, but Imma say it again: whoever said bodybuilding doesn't give you functional fitness is WRONG. Absolutely wrong!!!

The guys were using the two barbells that Trainer had set up for their push-presses so I pulled out another barbell to do the barbell row: this way no one had to be waiting to use a barbell. There was some confusion about which barbell I should use (Trainer saw the one I chose and instructed me to pick a different one), which later made me wonder how much faster my time would have been had it not been for that. But anyway: I had thought the rows would be challenging.

They weren't.

And that was with the 45 lb barbell.

Bent over barbell row. This is what The 100 called for.
Lateral line hops was next. This was simply choosing a line and hopping sideways back and forth over it. I fell into rhythm with the beat of the music playing right then and found myself hopping all the way to 100 without pause. My heart rate didn't spike much either. I was surprised.

Time for the medicine ball sit-ups.

Again, Trainer knew I was done and was about to move onto the next exercise. "Use the 10 lb medicine ball," he directed again. He had just started on the tricep dips, which he was doing suspended. No assistance.

The ab work sucked almost as much as the push-press and it felt like it took me forever. I was 20 reps from finishing when I lay back and just stopped for a moment to regroup. I needed to take my brain away from the fire in my abs before I could continue.

The 10 lb medicine ball was held like this, above my head, for 100 reps.
I was the only one other than Trainer that was able to do these with the medicine ball.

"Are you done?" Trainer gasped asked: he had stopped to take a break and noticed that I had stopped on the last exercise. I couldn't believe that he was still paying attention, but he was. This thing was hard, guys.

There was no surprise in his voice when he asked, though. It was said in the most matter-of-fact tone. At no point had there been any surprise from him over the fact that I was ahead.

I'm not used to that. I spent such a long time being regarded by coaches and trainers with reproach and disdain...I wonder if I'll ever get used to being seen the way I am now: as an athlete.

"20 to go," I said from my spot on the floor.

I took a deep breath and continued. 10 reps. Paused. My abs were screaming bloody murder. I was thankful for all the ab work I've been doing the last 3 months because Jesus Christ this would have been impossible otherwise. I glared at the ceiling and ignored my protesting body. "You're almost there," I thought to myself. I engaged my abs, lifted the ball over my head, and continued.

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10

Those were the longest 10 reps of my entire life.

I finally slammed the ball down against the floor in front of me.

"DONE."

Trainer had just started on line hops. He immediately stopped to grab his cell to look at the timer.

He announced my time. He was still able to smile when he called it out. He then went back to finish his line hops.

I was quiet. For starters I had misheard: I thought he had said "49:43." I had still won, but I had secretly wanted to be closer to the record holder's 30 minutes.

I slowly and methodically went about stretching every muscle I could stretch in my body while everyone else continued, lost in thought. This had been a full body workout. This would have been the stuff of nightmares when I was in high school PE. 100 sit-ups? I would have died. Let's not even talk about the pull-ups, assisted or not.

I now searched for one shred of exhaustion in my body now and found...none. I literally felt like I could go out for a run right then and there. Or take a Bang Power Dance class. Or maybe do The 100 all over again. Or work on my squat 1-rep max some more.

Where did this body come from and where has it been all my life? Has this really been lying dormant inside me for 38 years? Holy shit. Because now I want to take it to a competition, any kind of competition where performance is taken into account, and see how it stacks up against other people's.

Trainer finished his line hops and came over to write my time on the board.

It wasn't 49:43.

It was 39:43.

My jaw dropped. I just stared at the board for a minute.

"The fastest time ever was 30 minutes?" I asked him. He couldn't talk. He held up four fingers and dropped to the floor to start on the medicine ball sit-ups. He would be the only other person other than me to use the medicine ball for them.

34? The fastest time ever was 34 minutes? I looked at the board again and just grinned like an idiot.

When Trainer finished the sit-ups, he wrote his time on the board: he was around 11 minutes behind me. He then lay back down on the floor with his eyes closed. Elsa finished third, about 5 minutes after him, still under an hour. She was thrilled: her goal had been to do it in less than an hour. The guys were last to finish, with Elsa, Trainer and I shouting encouragement at them. But we all completed The 100! We all did it!!! I don't think any of us would have tried this feat without Trainer's guidance and belief that we could all get it done.

You know it was a tough workout when everyone is on the floor at the end of it, including your trainer.
That's him with the sleeve tattoo! (And seriously: how cool is it that he did this entire thing with us?)
Afterwards we all walked outside to our cars. Everyone was in a sort of daze. Trainer was still having problems stringing sentences together...and I was already wondering when my gym's next Sprint class that day might be. I reined in my train of thought, thinking, "Who the hell are you??"

#IAmBeastMode?

Apparently so. O_o Sheesh...


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A week later I was in the middle of a shoulder workout with Trainer when Tony walked into the gym with two of his clients. After initial hellos, Tony got to work with his clients at the far end of the gym. Trainer said to me with a grin in a low voice, "Tony here says he is going to beat your time." I paused what I was doing, looked at the board at my time again, and snorted: Tony is not unfit by any means, but he is not an endurance type of guy. The 100 is an endurance event, hands-down. My snort made Trainer laugh.

"Are you doing The 100 today Nicole?" Tony asked from the far end of the gym, as if on cue. His clients and him had been talking about my crazy athletic feat.
"No. I did it last week already," I replied.
"I'm going to beat your time!" he sang.
"Oh really?"
"Yes! I'm going to do it in 25 minutes!"
I turned to Trainer. "Wasn't the fastest time 34 minutes?"
He shrugged, "I honestly don't remember. And it was a different format when the record was set then." My face lit up and he grinned: I was officially the lowest time for the current format.

Tony then went on and on to Trainer about how some of the exercises should have had added weight, like the push-press and barbell row. Trainer just shook his head and grinned silently. Tony explained to his two clients why The 100 wasn't that hard and what he was going to do to make it better while still beating my time. The two ladies continued to be awed by my time though: I felt like an exotic rare bird. It was a pretty cool feeling. Meanwhile, I listened to Tony with a raised brow and arms crossed in front of my chest. No one was taking my success away from me without a fight, and I suddenly knew exactly what I was going to say to stop him in his tracks.

I let Tony finish explaining why The 100 wasn't that hard.
"If it's going to be so easy for you, you have to film your 100 then," I said. "You can't just say you did it."
Tony got quiet.
I added, "And you can't vomit. If you vomit you are disqualified. None of us vomited." I glanced at Trainer. He was setting up more equipment for me while listening and looked highly amused now.
Tony paused what he was doing. I heard him mumble to one of the clients, "I'm going to have to do some video editing then..."
"The video has to be one continuous shot. No editing," I said.
"That's a lot of memory on the phone," he said to me.
"So? Delete some apps and reload them after. 25 minutes isn't a lot to film on a phone. Longer than 25...well, that's a long time to film on your cell..."
He pretended to ignore me and talked to his clients. Trainer was trying really hard not to laugh.
Tony addressed me again, "Did you use gloves?"
"Nope. I never use gloves for lifting." I ditched my gloves 7 months ago. The gnarly calluses that I proudly bear on the palms of my hands are proof.
Silence.
"I'm going to have to use a lot of chalk then," he said to his clients. Chalk is used to aid in grip.
"I didn't use chalk either," I quipped, as I got to work on the next set of exercises. "None of us did."
Tony got real quiet again.
By this point Trainer couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. "Let's do this," he suggested. "Tony, you bring your fittest clients and I'll bring mine and we can all do The 100 together. You won't have to film it then and you'll have plenty of witnesses for your time."
"But will Nicole be there?" Tony asked him.
"Of course I will!" I said, before Trainer could answer.
"Nicole can't be there though," Tony said to Trainer. "Because then she'll be aiming to beat her own time."
I scoffed. "It will motivate you even more to hit that 25 minute goal!"
"No, I need to set my own baseline lower than your baseline."
"Fine. Then you have to film the entire thing in one continuous shot. No vomiting, no gloves, no chalk. And then you post it online."
Tony got real quiet again. Trainer chuckled silently. I grinned victoriously.

I won. Again. ;)


A month into the off-season, this is what I look like. As stated in my first series of fitness posts, it's nearly impossible to maintain competition leanness (aka crazy low body fat %) and definition in the off-season, especially if you're trying to further change your body and eating (healthy!) carbs in reasonable amounts to fuel said changes.
I'm pretty happy with the current results so far. :)