a slightly grandiose title, but i felt that way this morning.
you see, in my spare time (aka when i’m avoiding doing my work), i like to watch lifting videos. mostly i watch weightlifting, since i think oly lifts are the most terrifyingly bad-ass things out there, but i also like to watch videos and read articles about the lifts i actually perform on a regular basis. lately i’ve been scrounging around devouring deadlift literature and media.
in doing so, i realized that one of the reasons my hands were being torn to shreds was possibly that my grip was too wide on the bar. i’m so used to gripping at a particular spot when i bench, and a very similar spot when i back squat, that i just popped my hands there for my deadlift.
so today when i set up my bar – i warm up pulling 95# or a few sets of five – i dropped my arms straight down and gripped much narrower than normal. deep breath, drove through the heels…the friggin thing flew off the platform.
after three sets of five i thought, ‘okay cool. on to 115#.’ set up with my new grip…again, the bar felt like it weighed about 85#. three sets of five, easy. and my hands weren’t sore, nor was my grip even CLOSE to fatiguing.
on went the 45s, and i set up again. i’ve always repped triples at 135#…but i’ll be damned, i set up and pulled three sets of five, no problem.
i did triples at 155# – last week i was barely grinding out singles at that weight. and then i pulled three really freaking solid singles at 175#.
not one callous tore, my grip never gave out, and i was freaking floating. when i pulled the first single, after i put the bar back down i legitimately skipped over the damn thing and did a little boogie. i was that excited.
as i pulled the third one, one of my trainer friends, who was putting some bumper plates back, straight-up applauded and said, ‘nice! do work!’ LOL.
in summation: this post had zero point except that i’m excited. and that twenty people witnessed a random chick in neon green chucks doing a self-victory dance at 7:15am.