Yvy Ringler
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The Perfect Lift
A cool rush of wind crisply hit my face as I entered the Bell Senseplex. Who’s ever heard of holding a powerlifting meet in a hockey arena? Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a green space. There happens to be an indoor soccer field and that is where Provincials held. Red and black, black and white, a sea of singlet wearing lifters cased the space. Just beyond a curtain, behind the main lifting platform, you could see lifters being amped up by their coaches, or zoned out by the beats in their headphones. There were others ritualistically setting up their deadlifts-left arm up-right arm up-left arm down-grip-right arm down-grip-breathe out-breathe out more-brace-lats engaged-sit back-lift—warming up for the moment that would define them. I noticed that there were physio tables set up, and a few lifters from the weight class that just finished were having their limbs contorted in ways that would ease their pain. The smell of fear mixed with excitement and ammonia.
By Yvy Ringler3 years ago in Motivation