We met at one of the buildings we stayed in at 0830 to walk over to the gym for our weigh-in. This was great and not normal for competitions. Normally you don’t get time for a full breakfast and three hours until start time. I weighed in at 78.5 kilograms. Most morning sessions I hovered around 79 kg, but that was having ate breakfast. I made absolutely not effort to lose any weight for this meet. I actually drank more water throughout the night to be better hydrated for the day. At the gym, we also declared our opening weights. I hadn’t given them much thought as I believe everyone forgot to think about it the night before and came up with something on the spot.
Got back to the gym after breakfast about 1100 to start warming up. D. Klokov walked around explaining they need to be fired up. They are in a competition, and it is war. To go along with this, I tell my buddy Rob best of luck. We both wanted to test the lesson of putting friends aside and all emotional energy focused on “war.” From there it went like a meet would go, except we had a single judge, Dmitry Lapikov. No complaints there! Every attempt Dmitry Klokov watched and gave some personal advisement to each of us. For me, it was being more explosive, “Mooore Explooosion Paul.”
I missed my first attempt forward. Probably bumped my hips forward instead of straight up. I went up to 80 kgs for my second attempt which felt nearly perfect. In the catch, it started to fall behind me, and I pushed away. This has never happened, because I’m so tight in the shoulders. Unfortunately, I heard and felt some terrible tearing sounds. I pray it was only scar tissue from my labrum repair in 2010. Now I was stuck with having to take another attempt at 80 kg feeling very unconfident if I could even hold anything overhead in that position. I went anyway and made good contact with the bar but my body wasn’t confident enough to keep close for a good catch.
Until the clean and jerks, I was trying to slowly assess what was going on with my shoulder. Ranges of motion were all there. I was sore in a couple areas, and sore all over as well. I managed through my warm up weights fine, but I was a little slow in catching cleans which was due to the lack of confidence due to the shoulder issue. No problem with a jerk, which was good. First attempt at 96 went well. Then took 100 which was a little slower to stand up. Walking back from that attempt, D. Klokov asked if I wanted 103. I declined and told him I wanted 106. His response was that was leaning on the “too much” end of the spectrum. For me 106 was a new 1 kg PR. Definitely ambitious to think I or anyone could set a new PR after so much hard work the last two weeks. I knew that I had learned enough in the positions to make a very strong attempt. My first pull was solid. I wasn’t jumping forward anymore. Receiving the bar was more solid as well. I had developed a stronger back from the GHDs and was also more confident with driving up where I always would get stuck for new weights in the clean and jerk.
Things worked out even more for my last attempt. There may have been four or five other attempts at 100 and 105 by the other guys, allowing a lot of time to recover before I went back out. This made me feel even more confident. Once 106 was loaded, I was called out and the last coaching I received from D. Klokov was, “Ok Paul, you asked for 106, go lift 106 man.” Challenge accepted. I give my last bow to D. Lapikov at the judges table and set up. Controlled and balanced off the floor, I feel the burden of the new weight. I give up grunt to work through the toughest part of the pull and boom. Caught the weight just right with no over pull. Hit the bounce and now the hardest part for me. Standing up, I yell through a slow grind. Usually a slow grind is tale-tell for spending too much energy to complete the jerk. Fortunately, too many push ups in the military built me so that I can jerk anything I stand up without fear of lack of strength. But I feel light headed for the grind and feel the urgency to finish this attempt. I take a breath and drop the butt back just enough the way we trained and jerk. I felt a stable catch with a little wobble to finishing standing up.
After watching the video back, I looked like a ’87 honda civic struggling uphill with uneven tire pressure. Fully excited and happy to make the attempt, I yell again in celebration and give the double Tiger Woods fist pump. Happy with the clean and jerk, I put a shirt on and grab a seat to watch the rest of the guys lift. Also since the lifts (the war!) for us was out of the way, Rob and I caught up with each other on how it went for each of us. We both had our struggles and achievements. Separating yourself in a competition though does help you focus your mind and energy. In the past, I have always been happy to be competing and speaking with friends.
After everyone finished, we came out for the rankings. We were also presented with our training certificates. The beginning of the camp D. Klokov told us he would give us these, which I thought was great. Turns out, he provided them in the form of beautiful plaques, signed and dated. With those, we all took a group picture together. I thought this was a fantastic way finish up the competition.
Later we had lunch, followed by our last Banya a couple hours later. D. Lapikov joined us for this last sauna session, which was great. (This part sounds silly as I type it, but you can handle it) I believed everyone got the branch beating from him that night which is a large task to do it that many times. Jason and I returned the favor to D. Lapikov by taking turns with the branches. Lapikov had to cool off twice before we finished.
That night we had lecture with D. Klokov. At the gym, he went through all the exercises one more time. Described the how and why for each of them. He also talked about programming for the nine training session week. Throughout the lecture, training philosophy was explained as well.
After about two hours, it became quiet. I looked up from writing in my notebook, and Dmitry had his head in his hands. Everyone could feel the weight in the air. He was trying to hold himself together. Long moments later, he described how he works 100% in every thing he does and tried to apologize for any of the times that didn’t go smoothly. Everyone spoke up about how unforgettable the experience was. Some described this as the best thing they have ever been a part of. We got up to bring it in, a “don’t feel bad, this was incredible” way. One by one we all gave him a man hand shake, a bro hug and some words of appreciation.
After the gym, we walked back together. A few of us wanted to have some beers together before leaving early the next day. We met in one of the pool rooms for drinks. D. Klokov broke out his laptop and pulled up the Youtube video he had been working on for us. Almost all the clips were in order with the music. With some beers we watched it and enjoyed looking back at our two weeks together.