The future & the now

Things end. Maybe that’s an abrupt way of putting it. It’s certainly succinct and uncomfortably true. All things end, or as Gautama the Buddha, phrased it, “All compound things are subject to decay.” Time passes. Things end. Tempests are not eternal. There’s an immutable corollary to this, however.  Things begin. Time is precious. Time passes…

Hey there old friend

“Oh hey there. Thought you were going on vacation after Nationals?” “No, I’ve decided to hang around for a while. Keep you company. Make life more interesting for you. And the whole world, really.” “Okay. Come visit. You can kick around for a bit. But we need a few ground rules. You can come train…

okay, it’s heavy, but I’m strong

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changin’ ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life? Mmm… I don’t know Well, I’ve been afraid of changin’ ‘Cause I built my life around you But time makes you bolder Children…

Too

I’ve been “too” a lot of my life.
Too smart. Too forward. Too confident. Too strong. Too fat. Too muscular. Too clever. Too good at school. Too good at sports. Too good at too many things. Too knowledgeable. To loud or vocal. Too much. Too intimidating. 

Stuff I tell myself. Every damned time.

It’s about a month out from nationals. I’ve noticed via IG and FB that folks are feeling twinges and twangs of bodies pushing the limit of tolerance and strength. It’s also flu season, head cold season, and generally the time of year where bodies have to work harder to stay strong. So some are battling…

One step backwards, three steps forward

“My goggles. Have you seen my special prescription goggles? I don’t think I packed them!” I was standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by mountains of clothing, kayaking gear, food bags, blankets and assorted miscellany that was yet to be packaged into boxes and bags and then two small cars, looking around…

Mental wanderings post-meet

Mountains are really big. It’s a simple statement and not utterly profound, but until you’ve been surrounded by them and stood at the foot of even small ones, it doesn’t entirely hit home. They’re huge. So big, in fact, that you can’t see the whole thing when you’re up close. Daunting. And also somehow alive,…

Then the laundry: what comes after the PR

I’ve had a superlatively good training cycle over the few weeks. There’s no getting around it. It started off rocky and I had a moment or two where I spoke quiet words to myself about integrity, goals, and said terse things like “get your fucking shit together, Hood,” and things picked up rapidly from there….

A Daughter

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…

On mediocrity

“It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets I was working through a couple of things mentally last night, trying to figure out how to fix my bench, examining all the aspects of it that need work from…