Matt and I spent the day in Chicago yesterday to handle and support our friend, Sue Hallen, as she competed in her first powerlifting meet after a year and a half hiatus. In general, spending the day with Sue and Ruth (Ruth was co-director of the meet and busy judging) is just a really good day. Doesn’t matter if it’s on the field or in a gym or watching their track meets (that’s NEXT Sunday!) They’re the best. Ruth has been competing in powerlifting since 1979.
Let that sink in a bit. Nearly 40 years. When I see people behaving as if they know half a shit after competing in one powerlifting meet it makes me want to vomit on their shoes. As for Ruth and Sue, their stories alone are worth the price of friendship admission and their run-ins and friendships with most of the greatest strength athletes of our time is more fun and impressive than anyone I’ve ever met. Ever.
Sue’s return to the platform was an important one, not in numbers, but in gaining some confidence. The last time she competed was in South Africa at World Championships and she bombed out in her squat. No squat. No total. So while the numbers yesterday were lower than she cared for, her success in good lifts and a good total meant the goals of the day were achieved. Well done Sue.
While we were getting ready for some bench warm ups another Masters lifter who Sue knows asked to warm up together. Eventually she asked for some hand offs but other than that, I wasn’t paying attention to what she was doing. When we got into the lifting area, I asked if she’d still like hand-offs (you jump I jump Jack) and she appreciatively asked me to hand off to her during her attempts.
Barbara (her name) was a very nice woman and this was her first meet back after an 8 year break. She was doing bench only and was pretty excited to be there. For her first attempt (70kg), she made the lift but got called when her butt came off the bench. She put in a 2.5kg increase for her second attempt but missed the lift. Her 3rd attempt seemed good coming down but it was quickly apparent that she was out of gas. Bombdiddy bomb.
I felt bad for her. Afterwards, we were talking and I asked her about her warm ups. Here’s how they went: 2×10 with the empty bar (WTF); 1×10 with 95# (double WTF); 1×5 with 135# (holy mother of god); singles up to opener at 140#, 145#, and 150#. While trying to remain positive, I quickly told her we know exactly where her meet lifts went. She said she’s always done this and I reminded her that even though she’s always had too huge of a warm up, she was 8 years younger.
Heyyyyyy ladies! Every year north of 40 presents different challenges, north of 50? Well, I’ll start dealing with that next year. But mostly I’ll know this, a 38 rep warm up at the meet is more reps that some take in a training cycle. For sure more reps than a training session if you’re smart no matter WHAT age you’re at.
38 reps. I can’t even. Sue took an eight rep warm up. One of her biggest pieces of advice to me last fall before my weightlifting meet was on warm-ups, less is more. I’ve talked about the warm up area at Savannah and while I believe that the volume lifted was too much for master’s ladies, I can’t imagine any of them did a 38 rep warm up. Geezus.
What I told Barbara before we parted was this, if you were MY lifter you’d never to 38 reps again in one sitting. EVER. Poor girl.
Anyways. We had an absolute blast, Sue hit her total, and we got to spend the day in a gym that’s been around since 1978 in the basement of a cool building in Chicago.
But if just one person reads this post and says to themselves, huh-maybe I shouldn’t be taking 30-40 reps of FUCKING ANYTHING ever but especially in a meet or Games warm up area, then my job here is done.
But they probably won’t.
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.