I got to play my teacher’s Les Paul Gibson fancy guitar on Friday. He had strung lighter strings on it and wanted me to try them. It was fun playing a fancy guitar.
On Saturday I went to my first Olympic weightlifting meet with my club. A small, local meet – a good beginner meet. Ward, my coach, talked me into this. It’s very interesting, I bought a singlet, I weighed in. I was the oldest, but only by like 6 years. These are my fellow competitors. There are some very strong ladies here. I went to the meet a few hours early – you have to weigh in about an hour before the meet starts. Many people are trying to lose weight to make a certain weight class, I do not care which weight class I’m in, so I happily just at whatever I want whenever I want to because I’m too old to be doing that sh*t.
Because I’m the weakest one, I got to go first which I was happy to do. Done and over with. It’s a lot to get used to honestly, like at practice, I had to get used to people watching me do things and then immediately telling me what to change. I’m not used to people watching me do anything – everything is awkward. Jeremy and Edda came to watch me, but then headed out after I finished. I stayed to watch the finish of the women’s and the men’s flight too.
I have a gym and coaches and a nice team. And here we are.
And here’s my clean and jerk. I did make my snatch (which is a more complicated lift), but I’m less happy with it, so here you go.