OMG I survived my first meet!!! Sortof.
So I posted before that I was on a mission to cut weight to the 75 KG class, which totally happened! But it was weird because we weighed in on a digital scale that was sitting on a carpet surface. Who knew? I had to make sure I made weight on my scale at home, because no scale I have ever gotten on is as rude as that one.
I was using water loading as my strategy, which I described in my last entry. Which I stated was pretty stupid, and I’ll stand by that. It was pretty stupid. This is what it was like:
Monday and Tuesday were actually a breeze. I felt super hydrated and the most awesome side effect was that my contacts didn’t feel glued to my eyes like the usually do. They actually popped right out at night as I took them out before bed (usually I kinda have to “peel” them out–gross I know).
Wednesday I got to drink 1 gallon. Compared to the first two days, I actually felt like I was rationing water a little. Overall I still felt pretty good.
Thursday was rough: only a half gallon. I was very very carefully rationing water and feeling pretty thirsty. Also I was freaking out because not only had I not lost any weight yet, I had actually GAINED a pound!
Friday was the worst day ever. We were drinking nothing at all (Brad was doing this with me, with less weight to lose). I ended up sipping about 10 oz. throughout the day because no water at all felt insane. Plus it was really hot outside and I was having to do stuff once I got off work like air up my tires, run to the grocery store for asparagus (a nature diuretic) and pull weeds in the yard.
I finally started to lose some weight by that evening, but I still needed 4 more pounds to come off to make weigh in. I was freaking out again. I once lost 5 lbs overnight doing RP when I completed a “Cut 2 rest day”. It was because it was so low carb (carbs hold water) that things kinda whooshed out. Therefore I carefully kept my carb consumption at around 60 grams. I normally eat closer to 200 grams of carbs in a day.
As a last resort, I drew myself a hot epsom salt bath and had Brad babysit me while I laid in there trying to sweat out another pound or two. I jumped on the scale before bed and I was still three pounds above my goal weight. My mouth was burning from dehydration, so I sucked on an ice cube and then laid in bed worrying for about 2 hours before I finally fell asleep. This was pure torture.
The next morning I woke up at 6:00. I got on the scale and saw that I was exactly what I needed to be at to make weight! HOLY CRAP! I was so relieved. We arrived at the meet at 7:20 and I finally weighed in at 8. The scale at the meet was a digital bathroom scale set on carpet so I weighed three pounds less than what I weighed on my scale at home!!!
I immediately took my tablespoon of glycerin (to help push water back into the body’s muscle tissue) and started downing pedialyte, water, banana, fuel for fire, and almond butter.
And now for the lifting…
I used Brad and Tam’s advice/help on choosing my openers. I always hate to snatch under pressure, so I pushed back a lot to keep my opening snatch numbers lower than recommended. I started with 69 kilos (152 lbs).
As I stood behind the platform, a wave of anxiety swept over me as I looked out on a whole room full of people staring right at me. Definitely not used to that at all! But I wrapped my hands around the bar and snatched it. And it went right up.
For my next attempt I went for 73 kilos. BAM same thing. It almost seemed too easy.
I went to Brad for advice on my final attempt and he urged me to go for 77 kilos (169.4 lbs) and equal my PR that I haven’t hit since last September–nearly 9 months ago. I thought “why not”! I already had a great lift under my belt, so it wouldn’t matter what happened next.
Aaaaand BAM. It didn’t look super good, but I nailed it! I was on such a high after that! It was super cool to match a PR in my very first weightlifting meet. But as you can see, there are no fans and no moving air in this box and mid-June temps and humidity were starting to take their toll now that it was around 11:00 AM.
On to the Clean and Jerk.
My opener was 92kg or 202.8 lbs. It felt ambitious, but I knew that was something I have been able to hit consistently at crossfit for a long time. If I could get past the heat I would make it happen!
Warming up for weightlifting is a lot different that a regular crossfit warm up. You have to like slowly increase your percentages and only lift once every 3 minutes to make sure you don’t tire yourself out before hitting the platform. There’s a lot of patience and math involved–two things that I don’t consider to be my strength. Luckily I had Brad guiding me through every minute of warming up. I lifted 185 in the warm up area (outside) and it felt pretty awful. And then it was my turn…
The clean came up, but it felt pretty dang heavy. Then when I went for the jerk, I didn’t commit at all and it got away. I felt so hot and tired. But I had two more chances, so I collected myself and tried to get my head right.
On my next lift, I managed to clean it a little easier and then I focused hard and tried my best to keep the jerk going straight up.
I GOT IT! Stabilized it, stood it up, and saw three red flags from the judges.
Ok I felt like I definitely pressed it out. One more attempt for me. I have to hit this lift or else I lose all my hard work in the snatch, am ineligible to podium (there was only one other lady in my weight class!)
That kinda sucked. So my takeaway: don’t open with stuff that you *might* hit. Open with stuff that you absolutely have no issues lifting whatsoever. like 80-85% of your max, not 95% (which is what I was doing). I should have opened 20 lbs less than this.
Sadly the same thing happened to Brad. We were 2 of only 3 people who bombed out of the meet (there was only other lady who had issues with the snatch)! Lol! Dang it.
And upon further reflection, I realized that even an 85% clean and jerk (185lbs) would have actually been enough for me to have the highest Sinclair coefficient and win not only my weight class, but win the entire meet. Yes it was a small meet, but still. Winning your first meet is a pretty huge accomplishment.
That kinda leaves a poo-poo taste in my mouth about weightlifting. I am currently running quickly back into the open arms of crossfit and their tolerance of jerk pressouts. But I might consider giving weightlifting another go in the future if a local meet ever comes up again.