I remember when I first laid eyes on Katherine, when they first put her, wrapped in a green blanket and pink cap, into my shaking arms and I remember vividly that first night when we stared at each other for hours. I was in awe and a little terrified of this totally new person that…
By default
“Yeah, but I didn’t lift because I won the spot. I was there by default, because the person who won at Nationals didn’t want to go.” An athlete and I were walking back to the hotel having a conversation about lifting and competing and the topic of winning (be it a place on a team…
Strength and resilience
I used to think that my primary job as a competitive lifter was to continuously get stronger in the gym and that this would directly translate to better performance in competition. Grinding in the gym, day after day, working the accessories and hammering the main lifts, while continuing to work on recovery and nutrition… that’s…
Foundations
This is not a post about lifting. Or maybe it is, but indirectly. Most of my life is about lifting weights in some measure and the longer I lift, the more inextricable lifting becomes from all the other pieces and the more it’s a metaphor for my life. John’s grandmother passed away recently and yesterday…
Two weeks out from the next step forward
Saturday evening I was driving somewhere; I can’t remember where and it doesn’t really matter, but as I wended my way through the night lights and coastal roads, “Castle on the Hill” by Ed Sheeran came on the radio. I’d never heard it before and…. well… music is a funny thing, isn’t it? I can’t…
