I went to my second weightlifting meet last weekend, the Unrivaled Classic 2017. I kept a running diary.
4:47am Unwelcome alarm clock but I set it so I’d have room for one Snooze.
4:54am I didn’t even make it through the whole Snooze. Disappointing.
5:40am Coffee in-hand, I’m in the car and driving. I’ve got to deliver a forgotten gym bag to another lifter so I need to get to Chesapeake by 7:30 (for my 8M weigh-in).
6:28am Construction cut I64 down to one lane but it only lasted 10 minutes. Still on time.
7:20am Parked at the Chesapeake Conference Center. Easy enough drive. Gym bag delivered. I could use a nap.
7:45am Nap cut short by a vendor who was trying to set up in my nap corner.
8:03am Weighed in. It’s not a stressful occasion when there isn’t a ceiling on your weight class. I declared openers of a 64kg snatch and a 92kg clean and jerk. Those are doable based on training results.
9:08am Potty break. Apologies to the Chesapeake Bay Watershed. I had to get that out. Like my old friend Bob used to say, “Better an empty apartment than an angry tenant”.
10:00am Group photo for the session.
(The timeline gets a little hinky in here because I was either backstage warming up or on the platform competing and I didn’t have my phone.)
10:10am-12pm Getting coached up by Chris. I am still such a newb at these things. I’d be lost without him. Seriously. The gifs below are my best lifts of the day, a 72 kg snatch and a 100kg clean and jerk for 172kg meet total.
I had 6 good lifts in 6 attempts and it all felt great. I’m probably a little stronger than my numbers suggest and meet-day adrenaline carried me even further.
12:15pm More friendly faces from my gym got to the venue for their weigh-ins. Even though it’s a solitary sport we definitely share the support you get from being on a team.
1:10pm I stuck around for the award ceremony from my session and got my 2nd place medal. It was easy, since there were only two people in my class.
1:15pm I wished everyone well and hit the road for home.
I’m already signed up for the next local meet, the Old Dominion Classic, in January. It’ll be fun.
I had a killer TypeShift Daily Puzzle streak going, like 22 days, and then I lost track of it over the long weekend.
I guess it’s cool that I wasn’t buried in my phone over the holiday?
Still definitely recommend the game. It scratches the crossword puzzle itch just enough.
Summer is coming to a close and we have fresh picks for your ears, Vince Staples (6:24), Cornetto Trilogy (9:37), Garmin Vívosmart HR (12:20), “South Pacific (Sawmills Session) The Verve (16:27), Forever Summer Fest (24:14) and The Get Down (30:35).
I thought this was a very interesting episode of Startup, Gimlet media’s pilot podcast. The people steering that ship are all ex-NPR folks so they come from a place over super-produced shows. It makes a difference. The hard work they put in makes for an exceedingly listenable experience.
I took that episode to heart when I sat down to edit the most recent episode of Safe As Milk. I tried to streamline the talky parts and got extra-fiddly with the music breaks. I think it sounds really good. It would have been even better if I had uploaded the correct episode on the first try. It was a special kind of panic when I was driving and popped the new episode on over the stereo…and heard the beginning of the raw audio file I worked from.
Over two hours of work tinkering with edits and I drop the ball by uploading the wrong damn file. [barf emoji]
(And I’m also testing the iOS configuration of my WordPress app (looks like it works))
Alto’s Adventure is a new iOS buzz game that has me has me plenty hooked. I can’t think of a better description than the “the gameplay of Ski Safari with the looks of Monument Valley“. I enjoyed both of those games very much.
Rangers advance to the Conference Finals behind a dominant performance by Henrik Lundqvist. I’m just a casual hockey fan but it’s awesome to see the Rangers doing well. Might have to break out the old Messier jersey if they keep this up.
I have a deep love for almost all of the Pixies catalog. Seeing them live was definitely a bucket-list moment, even if it was only most of them. I swear, I could listen to Black Francis scream all day.
They played their handful of new songs but not at the expense of what we were all there to hear. The next morning my ears were still hissing and my voice was hoarse from singing along. It was great.
Man-o-man it’s cold out there. I try (and fail) not to cry too much about the weather but this is just too much.
Little car was verrrry reluctant to turn over this morning.