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So last week I competed in my first weightlifting competition. Yeah, I'm a weightlifter. I went 5/6, hit a PR on my final clean & jerk and by default had a PR with my competition total. I was only one kilo away from qualifying for the American Open Series. We were not trying to do that, we just went out to make lifts (and not freak out). It just kind of happened that way. So I might actually have a chance at the next competition to qualify. That's just crazy to me.

But two of my teammates, who also competed, were really the stars of the day. One went 5/6 and won the bronze in her weight class. And the other went, who had not competed in over a year, just crushed all of her lifts. She went 6/6 and hit a new competition PR total. It was quite the enjoyable day seeing your teammates succeed on the platform like that. Our coach clearly played us well.

Anyway, gasmask time.

photo by Emily Poole

Subway Tiles

Emily Poole sent me this from her subway stop. Someone is clearly a fan.