Having this last few weeks to recover and reflect, I’d have to say that my dominant feeling when thinking of this past meet is pride. Not in a “I’m a powerlifter, I’m awesome” type of way (although I’ll admit that thought has crossed my mind on a heavy deadlift day once or twice) but more proud of what this sport has done for me and the other women that have competed.
I’m proud that we have the discipline to commit to the training, that we stick with it even when lifts fail and the work seems insurmountable. I’m proud to be a part of a group of women that is so enormously supportive of one another in and out of the gym. And I’m proud to push myself and watch others push themselves through a level of discomfort and through the roller coaster of emotions that accompanies competing, because in the end, it’s totally worth it.