8/20/13

Fat Lions | #RoadTo600

How tight do you wear your belt? (connect the dots)
A picture is being painted in my mind before I even dress for my workout. I know it’s going to be a grind, and this is just amplifying my anticipation. Today’s menu calls for a double with 530 lbs on a 2 inch deficit and then a triple with 600 lbs in the rack. Needless to say, today should pour down PRs like flooding rains.


I walk into the weight room over confident already. I’m sporting my navy blue “Adult males > 200 lbs” shirt when I step on the scale for my regular weigh in. It blinks three times, struggling for some reason, before it displays my weight: 199.8 lbs. Already this workout has begun with a sense of undeserved ego. As always I line the plates up, one by one, until 530 lbs and a raised 2 inch block sit on the platform. I grab my phone and hand it to the Assistant strength and conditioning coach and ask him to hit record before I lift. I pull air from my belly out as a roar before I dip my butt into the pull. The weight feels extremely heavier than it did last week. Perhaps it’s the 2 inch decrease in arm length, or perhaps I was overconfident in my abilities. Nonetheless I drag all 530 pounds up my shins and thighs for a 3 second grinder of a rep. Now all of the coaches are watching. The bloody grunt has drawn a crowd that expects victory or death. The hype is feeding my confidence like a fat lion; the only problem is that fat lions sometimes forget to hunt. I lean back for my next rep and try to yank it off the floor. However, speed seems far from me today and the bar barely finds its way off of the ground. As the bar reaches my knees dots begin to flicker in my vision, but too many coaches are yelling to stop. A few more inches up and a dark cloud floats around my vision. Now I know that I’m hitching, no judge would white light me, but the shouts are making my ego say that everything’s fine. I inch the bar a bit more before blackness descends on my world. I hump into lockout before I give in to gravity’s demands and drop the barbell. Confidence has left me behind as I stumble off the platform, struggling not to pass out. It doesn’t matter though, because I wind up on the ground struggling to tie together sentences. Jake walks up to me and gives me a reassuring high five before he lets me know that the first rep wasn’t recorded.

Sometimes God humbles us by letting the world forget our successes and by exploring our failures. It is then, and only then, that when something successful happens we are able to relay everything back to God. Trying not to be too defeated I planned on doing a rack pull of 600 pounds afterwards. A grunt and a tug leave the bar glued to the rack. Once again over confidence has laid genocide to my workout. I, regretfully, drop the weight a hundred pounds and perform 8 reps. The bright red and bruised dots under my eyes make some people think that I don’t sleep, others think that I’m a secret UFC fighter, but to me they mean that humility is the only way to success. So for anyone willing to listen I leave a wake of vulnerability for you, only so that when I actually do succeed I will be able to thank God truthfully.


Today’s tips are simple: Be confident when you pull, but not overconfident. Sometimes the lift is left solely to what your mind can do.

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BS, MS - exercise Physiology
EPC - Board Certified Exercise Physiologist

Published Thesis
The impact of three different forms of warm up on performance


The Effects of Glucose Supplementation on Barbell Velocity and Fatiguability in Weightlifting - A pilot study"

Graduate from Midwestern State University, founder of Endunamoo Barbell Club, and Endunamoo Strength and Conditioning. Working to help athletes physically reach their goals and achieve scholarships while spiritually pouring into as many people as possible on all platforms.