My kids, Isabella and Spencer, are at that age when they think everything I do is embarrassing or just uncool. There are certain clothes I should not wear (tank tops) and words I should not utter (swagger) and I definitely should not drive them to school in my pajamas. That last one really throws me…. But anyway, when I hired a coach and started strength training, they were completely unimpressed. I’m sure you can imagine the eye roll from my preteen.
Just a few months later I dared to tell them that I was going to enter a powerlifting competition…
You’re Going to Lose Mom.
What? That’s not very nice, Spencer.
Well, you might not lose….if everyone else SUCKS.
I looked to my daughter hoping to glimpse some pride in her eyes and was instead quickly informed that I should never again mention the competition in her presence. And then I got that look that clearly communicates the depth of her utter mortification.
Now, I admit that when I tried on my amazingly unflattering singlet that all competitors are required to wear, I began to wonder if my daughter had a point. Kill me now! But the truth be known, I could not wait to get to the meet. I had only been lifting for six months but I was mentally and physically ready to compete thanks to my coach, Jim Laird, and the support of my teammates.
I am extremely proud to say that the meet was a huge success. I exceeded my own expectations with a 622 raw total (220 squat, 116 bench & 286 deadlift). I did NOT lose. And, I felt like a badass!
When I got home with my trophy, my kids were nothing short of stunned. They couldn’t believe it. I, on the other hand, could not stop smiling. And I was hooked on lifting heavy!
My kids still think I’m a dork most of the time but it is now convenient, if not entirely cool, that I’m strong. How do I know?
Mom, I can’t open my Gatorade.
(Hands me the bottle and tells his friend) My mom can do it because she can pick up 300 pounds. Want her to open yours too?