At the SPF Luck of the Irish powerlifting meet on 3/14/15, I weighed in at a paltry 301 and change. I readjusted my lever belt out another notch and squeezed into a singlet that was too big for me when I bought it weighing 242 a few years back. I looked like a tan Paul Bearer, and I lifted like him too.
|660... miss : (|
But in looking at the lifters classification after the meet, I realized that I was in shooting distance of Elite at 275. Now, in the SPF, "elite" is only 1654. That would have pretty much been a perfect meet for me at 300#'s last March.
Since then, I've continued to keep an accurate and detailed log in the Scourge of Iron FB group detailing my "off season" lifting. Really, it's just a bunch of bicep curls and band pull a parts. But somewhere in there I pulled a small DL pr and reached new heights squatting in rehbands, with a 45# pr.
I also brought cardio back, running my first mile in a long time in 11:00 at 300#'s. Sled drags also made a comeback. I'm hitting McDonalds less frequently and with less ferocity now too.
At the same time, I managed to drop a few pounds here and there, last weighing about 285 a few days ago. Bench has taken a hit though, so keeping an eye on these numbers has been ever changing and challenging. Apparently tit's don't take too kindly to calorie reductions OR vegetables.
And, there's no rush. I don't want to break my ass to get it done in the fall or winter if I'm not truly ready. It's for fun after all, the last thing I want to do is to make this lifting thing into a second job while I sweat a miserable amount just to make weight.
But I AM passionate at the same time, or else I'd sweat this much doing something more productive with my time and energy.
The breakdown looks like:
Although the actual breakdown may differ, those are the goals, and I've done all of those numbers at least once each.
I hope to get this done in December of this year, but only because I think it's attainable without a numb skulled water drop. I'll keep the log and updates coming. Until then, enjoy the following picture of me tearing ass so bad that I screamed:
Let's get sum!