02/08/2024
Yesterday I lifted 57.5kg above my head. No photographic evidence, you’ll just have to trust me on that one.
Six weeks ago, I sprained my ankle on the way to a marketing conference in Newcastle – (Atomicon). I ended up in A&E instead of in Newcastle.
Nine months ago, I mistimed a 55kg lift and injured my left wrist.
Yesterday it was a scary decision to lift that barbell and jerk it. My wrist is still not what it was. I wasn’t stomping on my ankle so the jerk was very much arms and shoulders with a little knee dip.
But it was a decision.
I’d failed twice. At 50kg, I failed the squat clean. I could have stopped there but I power cleaned instead from there on. At 55kg, I decided I didn’t have it. Liz, my coach that day, and Riccardo aiming to lift 100kg next to me told me I’d decided I was going to fail before I started my lift.
And it was true. I did decide that.
I also decided that at 58.5kg but by them I was out of time in my class so I didn’t push on but I definitely failed that lift because of what I told myself, not what I was capable of. Even with the limiting factors of a dodgy ankle and a slightly dodgy wrist.
Writing a book is a decision too. There are always going to be reasons that you shouldn’t. Your dodgy wrist or ankle might be worrying about finding the time, or what you are going to miss out on (work or personal commitments) or even that self-belief around what you know and whether you can convey that on a page.
But it’s a decision.
And that’s why a coach can be amazing to keep you on track. To remind you that you are all up in your head and that you can do it. To tell you that you need to use hook grip and help you with your technique.
I don’t lift alone. I don’t write alone either.
Writing that book that you’ve been wanting to write for ages starts with a decision. It starts with backing yourself and knowing you can do it. You might need some help, but that’s what coaches and mentors are for.