Sunday’s are lifting club. I head to a friends garage where a small group of us lift heavy things with help from Mike the coach.  He has me on a 5lbs a week increase. So I’m only up to 135 on my dead lift as of yesterday. I did my five sets of five lifts and then at the end used one of the others girls weights, at 185. I just lifted it twice, but I had to know if I could. I think I will make my 200 lb goal.
I  have a wide grip too, I’m blaming my short torso. It might be my wide stance too.
Then it was bench presses, which he has me at 60 lbs, I was good until the end when I added 20 more. I could do it! Here my grip is not as wide as it should be.

I know I didn’t listen well, but I felt pretty good about it anyway. Lifting is a simple way to push my self with out leaving myself grasping for breath on the floor.
Then we did pull ups and no. No, I can’t do those at all. Can’t do push ups really either. I have to do them on my knees and I can only do around 25 before I just can’t get up anymore. We did the Chief last  Thursday. We had 3 minutes to do as many rounds of 3 power snatches (for which I also have a wide grip) , 6 push-ups, and 9 squats (this is 1 rep). I never thought I would regard squats as a resting period. Then we would get a 1 minute break and then go again. We had 5 rounds of this, I averaged 2.5 reps. The pushups where the worst part for me. The coach suggested I try them with a box under my hands, so you don’t go down as far, it really helped.  But I skipped my usual Saturday class because it had more push ups. I keep feeling bad about this, but then I think about push ups and have to admit I would skip it again.