Powerlifting. I wasn’t even sure if it was one word or two. All that came to mind was the sight of massive humans lifting very heavy things with miserable looking faces.
And to be frank, the two things that crossed my mind were: ‘I don’t want to look like that’ and ‘there’s no way in hell I’m wearing that outfit.’
But the powerlifting I thought I knew (without knowing anything) and what I’ve recently come to learn are two different things.
In February, I went to an awesome kettlebell & intuitive training workshop in California with some of the best strength coaches around. At the end of the workshop, Jen Sinkler (former U.S. rugby player, fitness writer & powerlifter who happens to hold the state ‘squat’ record in Minnesota) asked me if I was going to enter a powerlifting competition. ME???? Ummmmm….I didn’t know WHAT to say!
But when she said “YOU SHOULD!”… it got me thinking.
If you’ve seen Jen, you can understand why my perception of the sport was challenged. She’s incredibly strong but very much ‘a girl.’ A lip gloss wearing, tons of style toting, beautiful & funny GIRL. And there are LOTS of them out there. I just hadn’t taken the time to look around and find them. Crazy what you can see if you open your eyes.
There’s an incredible culture of women who are lifting heavy, embracing their super strength and inspiring a whole new generation of powerlifters in the process. And they look GORGEOUS doing it:)
Combine Jen’s encouragement with my genuine love of heavy lifting and my curiosity was peaked! I’ve recently gotten to the point of questioning myself a little, ‘what the hell am I training so hard for?’ Yes, I love to lift, challenge myself, and set a great example for my children, etc. But what’s holding me back from committing to taking it a step further? What am I afraid of?
That’s just it. I’m afraid. Mostly to put on a singlet and look at myself in the mirror (the HORROR!!!). But seriously, I’m an extremely nervous competitor. I used to ride horses and compete in shows as a kid. One year, I remember running to the bathroom and throwing up before my jump sequence because I didn’t want to screw up AND I didn’t want to lose.
The problem? I didn’t lose. So other times in life when I DID were a little hard for me. I’ve worked hard to ‘learn from losing.’ But I still really, really don’t like it!
This time around things are different. I’m scared to lose but excited to win!
So, here I go! There’s a powerlifting competition in Reno on May 30th. If you find yourself in my neck of the woods and have often wondered what it would be like to watch an Oompa Loompa in a singlet lift something heavy, come on out:)
Henceforth, the singlet shall be referred to as my “super suit.”