Ah yes, the bi-monthly ripfest. Time for gauze tape again.
- 3x75#, 3x85, 3x95
- 3x100, 3x105
PR - but could/should have gone up to 110. Again, struggling with unfamiliar weight territory caution; I never know how much is going to be too much when it gets that close to my max. I could always go five pounds too heavy and allow for a failure, but…yeah.
- 5 power snatches
- 7 toes to bar
- 9 box jumps
7 + 2 @ 65#!
I tried to get away with a 55# bar; could not escape coach’s eyes and we had the ‘I don’t give a shit about your time, now up to 65 you go’ talk again - except this time I actually did something about it instead of grumping (is that a word?) my way through slow reps. This felt fantastic. I pretended it was 55 instead of 65 (yes, pretended, but it worked) and thought about speed and hip motion, and was able to do mostly all of them TnG. Not bad. (!!!)
Snatch victory overshadowed the pain of nearly all of my callouses peeling off in round 3. I also experienced the sensation of chalk in my eyes for the first time today. HOLY STING.