I went from feeling like I won the Super Bowl, to a little down, to just okay.
My wife and I got up at 3:45 AM to make the three and a half hour drive to the airport. There is an airport 20 minutes from our house but making the drive to Spokane would make picking up our son better on Friday. We had two pretty good flights and arrived in Vegas at 2:30. After checking in at the hotel and I weighed in. There were no issues and I ate a huge burger after.
The meet was running behind the next day and I benched at around 10:30. I opened at 368. The set up was good and I came up strong. I got two white lights. I'm still not sure where the red light came from, but whatever. I then went for 402. 400 in a meet has been my enemy for two years. I have never been able to do it. It was my one goal going in. I had a great lift off, and the bar came down well. It seemed to sit on my chest for an hour, but it was probably a second or less. I felt I came up well and I was able to lock out. I looked up and saw three white lights!!! I then let out a pretty loud yell. Everyone must have known how important it was to me. Everyone was telling me what a good lift it was. I then went for 424. When I got the lift off, I felt really unsteady. In fact it felt like it might fall on my face. I felt like I was loosing control so I reracked the bar. They offered me another shot, but I called it good. I got what I came for. Looking back I probably should have done it anyway, but I doubt it would have been good.
I changed and felt like I was walking on air. I finally was able to nail 400 in a meet. I set a law / fire state record in the process and won my division.
From there my wife and I had lunch. I ate some pasta and attempted to rest. The meet was stilling running behind and I had deadlift at around 4:00.
My opener was 468. I really was not feeling it during warmups for some reason. There were some crazy strong guys there, though. I pulled the bar well and was able to lock out. Three white lights. I next went to 501. I felt my back stiffen but not enough to cause any worries. I walked up and attempted to pull. For some reason I was only able to clear the floor only. I stayed at 501. My goal for the meet was 524 but 501 would break my state record for push / pull. I sat in a chair and mind f#&@&ed myself. I walked up the bar and it did not move. I was totally dejected at that point.
Due to the fact no one else was in my dead or push / pull division I took two more gold metals. Normally I would not be too proud of that, but in a way I am. I worked hard to get there, but there is still work to be done. Somehow my deadlift went from a meet PR of 545 last year to 468 at this meet. I need to figure out what went wrong. I can only blame injuries and illness to a small degree. I'm thinking of pulling while doing everything from a deficit this winter. 424 will be my goal for the next meet, and hopefully 450 in year.
After the meet we went out and ate and drank. We stayed an extra day and enjoyed Las Vegas. As much as leaving real early on Tuesday sucked, we were right. It was nice to land in Spokane and then drive only an hour to pick up the boy for Thanksgiving break. We only had to drive four hours as compared to seven if we would have flown from home.