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We love it when a plan comes together: powerlifting couple go crazy then eat sublimely…further tales of The Bobcat and The Eloquent Sensualist
I was pleased to find this wondrous dispatch in my inbox….
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Vondah is the news from Pickwick! She broke three American and World records: squat, deadlift and total. She weighed in at 159.9. She made all three squats; the top was 95 kilos / 209.44 pounds. A couple of people, seeing that I was coaching her, razzed me about not challenging her. I said she was saving it for the deadlifts. “Just wait till you see her deadlift,” I said. She would not disappoint the deadlift fans. She only got her opener in the bench: 32.5 kilos / 71.65 pounds. It went up very easily. For her second, she jumped to 37.5 kilos / 82.67 pounds and it stuck. That was about 5 pounds over what she did in Paintsville in March, and she had done 80 in training. I wondered if her blood sugar was dropping and got her to eat a little bit and drink a little diluted apple juice before her third attempt. She jumped the “Press” command by a split second on that. Since there were two bench flights and a break between benches and deads, she got to eat lunch before deadlifting. She got all three of her deadlifts and took a fourth. The third was 105 kilos / 231.48 pounds. The fourth was 110 kilos / 242.51 pounds. Some people thought she looked as if she had more in her; she said the 110 took all she had left. Total: 232.5 kilos / 512.57 pounds. Great lifting!
I went beltless and even sockless . . . about as raw as they will allow a squt to be. I had an o.k. day. I weighed in at 161.0. On my first squat, 155 kilos / 341.71 pounds, I was able to go very deep and blast out of the hole fast. The second, 167.5 kilos / 369.27 pounds, went very well, causing a few people to tell me to put some weight on the bar. That one broke the masters pure (lifetime drug free) record by 5 kilos. My third attempt was 180 kilos / 396.83 pounds. Almost, but not quite. I needed just a little extra energy, but a “divided attention” error in warming up must have used it up. I suppose I’m just not familiar enough with all this yet to coach and lift at the same time without making such an error. I miscounted the weight on the bar for my heaviest warm-up: it was the same as my opener, not the twentysomething pounds lighter I intended. After the meet, Rich Peters (yes, I know, your favorite old-timey powerlifter) praised my squat technique, but noted that I was squatting “super-deep” and probably could have had 30 to 40 more pounds had I cut it at a higher, yet still legal, depth. Well, maybe I’ll buy a belt for my new smaller waist and practice not bottoming out for the last four weeks of my next cycle.
I met Ed Butterworth, “Pippin the Short,” while waiting in line to be weighed. He remarked, upon learning that I was a masters 2 lifter, that we’d be going head-to-head. I told him about my injury and said I’d only be squatting. He broke a squat record with a fourth of 203.5 kilos (with belt and wraps). It was quite a lift, and it looked like legal depth to me . . . and the refs. Unfortunately, it saved him no extra for the deadlift and he missed his third at 182.5 / 402.34. We agreed that he’d stay well, I’d get well, we’d go head-to-head next year and one of us would break one of Gregory Kleyn’s records! (Kleyn has taken a record from each of us.) I expect it will be very friendly yet very spirited competition.
This place is remote. I was marveling at how long we had to travel on back country roads to get there. However, the location is beautiful. Every lodge room overlooks the TVA lake. The buffet served plain old fashioned southern fare, which was fresh and very good. Savannah, the town to the north, bills itself as the Catfish Capital of the World. The dinner buffet had fresh pan-fried whole (except for the head) catfish, which was just perfect. We had dinner after the meet in a very good restaurant in Savannah: duck breast with cherries and tawny port sauce. Lunch on the way out of town included fried chicken and barbecue at the counter of Allie’s Cafe. The rooms where the meet was held were good: both were big enough. No itty-bitty warm-up room where everybody has to dodge everybody else. There were two containers of chalk; there were snacks, water and fruit juice. There was even a good view of the platform from the warm-up room.
We toured Shiloh the morning after the meet, and drove part of the way home on the Natchez Trace Parkway–a beautiful road.
Bob
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