I came into this meet as prepared as I have ever been. A handful of incidents happened within the last two weeks before the meet and I lost the wind from my sails. Mind you these are things that happen to anyone and I really hoped I could be mentally strong enough to ignore them, because they truly did not matter. I was wrong, but, my prep was way to good to let it slip. I am hoping into a meet 9 weeks from now to redeem the hard work I put in during this prep. Not sad, not depressed, not mad, just ready to move to the next challenge.
Squats:
Hit opener harder that it should have been. Jumped to 1053 and missed, repeated on the third with same result. I could not for the live of my sit back, I was in my toes the whole time.
Bench:
Hurt my shoulder two weeks out and thought I had enough time to heal it up, I was wrong. I've got some very smart people in my corner getting the problem fixed. I will be good to go in 9 weeks.
Deathlift:
Deads actually went almost according to plan. All attempts felt great, my final pull at 825 actually was money but I got excited and let off the gas. Just another mental fart.
Ready to roll into this next 9 weeks prep, I have a great team and a great support system. Pictured with me is one of my favorite HopeKids Avery, she comes out to watch me every time I'm in town competing. She's an absolute cutie pie. Hanging out with her eased the frustration of the day for sure!