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Pony Express 2016

I competed today in St. Joseph, MO at the Wesley Center.  I actually performed the worse I have ever performed at a competition, this is my 3rd, but I feel different today.  I feel like, I did it.  And I was comfortable. Yeah, I got in my head about all the eyes on me and yeah, I only completed 3 of 6 lifts, but I wasn't terrified.  The 1st time jitters were gone.  My coach, who as also competing, and I talked with some other lifters that were competing for the first time.  They were so nervous their hands were shaking.  It felt different for me today.  The bar hit my head on my catch during my second snatch.  I partially blame nerves, 16.4 and my feeble attempt at being an olympic weightlifter.  That's super embarassing, but it was just the day for me.  Tomorrow I'll go to gymnasty and keep on keeping on.  Competitions are learning experiences.  Watching young women put up some serious numbers, moving some heavy weight, it's just another reminder.  Keep at it.  There's more work to be done.  We can do it.

I got a medal!! As the only athlete in my age and weight class, I was guaranteed a medal; it was still fun walking up there.  It was especially sweet after watching my coach go over to the announcers table and make sure they included me.  He's a great coach.

I'm taking this journey.  Spring break is coming to a close and I'm feeling more committed to my 1800 calorie meal plan (planned out and monitored) than I ever have before.  My husband is being incredible and helping me with meal prepping, my relationships at the gym are blossoming into encouraging partners in this morning workout world.  Let's go.  Let's keep going.  It's time.

PS.  I have 63 days until my best friend in the world walks down the aisle and I stand by her side as her matron of honor.  The time is now.  #teamraffle


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