Now that I have entrapped you in my writing, as most of you know (or even may not know) my competitive season didn't go as well as I had hoped. I went into prep with a clear idea of what I wanted to do. I wanted to be in condition. I wanted to really bring in a great package and finally bring home a win.
The best made plans go awry as it didn't happen. I won't bemoan about could'a, would'a or should'a, but I what I do know is that I gave it my all. Late nights, early mornings, lack of sleep, funds (prep is EXPENSIVE), and very narrow minded focus were the things I knew I had to have to accomplish what I needed to do. It worked....to an extent, but a couple weeks out of Omaha I started to get the feeling that all this may not work out.
But since I'm not a bitch, I kept moving and doing what I could. We won't recap Omaha, because anything after 5th no one gives a fuck about.
Going Home: Wings of Strength Prep
I got into Midway Airport on Thursday afternoon and crashed with my buddy until Friday. Great convo and a nice drive as I really don't see him much. Crashed early as I started to finish off my preps for the show.
Friday comes and I check in for the show. I went ahead and just chilled until check-in at 5. Walked around and met up with some people who I only see on the interwebz. Weighed in at 207 and didn't care. I wanted to be back in the heavyweight class anyway as light heavyweight was a failed experiment for me.
Rested a lot on Friday and was able to catch some of the 212 action. I wish I could've watched even more, but I had to end up tanning and getting rest for tomorrow.
Saturday was game day......and I almost missed the damn check-in. But was able to regroup and get down there in time. Lesson for the future. Always double and triple check the schedule.
Saturday comes and as usual, 20 some odd weeks worth of work, condensed into around 10 minutes to showcase it. I felt I had a good package, and the consensus was I improved from Omaha, but it was not to be. Another top five missed. And what made it a little more shitty was that it was back at home.
Fuck it. Sometimes you just don't win. Hell sometimes you don't even do well or good. As much as this endeavour is about winning, if you don't find out about yourself then you only have a trophy. I found out how much I could take, what my comfortable level of risk is, and how far I have to push myself to succeed. And I pushed between Omaha and Chicago...
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What I also learned is that now I need coaching to get over this damn hump I'm at for my conditioning, No, I'm not, nor have I ever, been keen on the idea of a coach. Pick up a book, read and do shit yourself. But now I'm going to contradict myself and go ahead and get coaching. I'll give it a shot. What do I have to lose?
Offseason starts Tuesday........lets get back to some heavy basics and move forward. Ive got things in mind I'd like to try and I'm looking forward to it.
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