Get That Doughnut.
April 11, 2012
I have found my place amongst an exceptional group of people. I thought this as I sat upon my stack of 20kg plates, looking at what I had created. Actually, I suppose I didn’t really create anything. WE created something. We are a group, a team; and each of us makes his or her own contribution to the environment that we create.
I walked by Derek’s platform this morning and then stopped. A red, a yellow, a green . . .120kg? The last weight I saw him take was 105. I looked up and he was already staring back at me, expecting me to tell him to take those god damn weights off and instead take a more reasonable jump. I took about 2 seconds before responding. I weighed out all the different factors a coach should: 15kg jump, that’s not a good decision. 5kg over his PR, not a good decision, he missed 105 once before he made it and even then it didn’t look all that good. He’s front squatted 130 for a set of three but he’s still so new to the sport that his technique is still very raw. 2 seconds later I pointed at him and told him as intensely as I could, “Derek if you’re going to load it, you had better lift it.” I didn’t start lifting weights so I could wear a tie and make good decisions and neither did Derek. So I let him work.
He missed that 120 four times in a row. Now everyone was watching. “Derek, if you clean this weight, I’ll give you this doughnut.” Cecily had brought me a couple doughnuts because I had a crappy workout the night before and got all emotional about it. Nothing cheers up a fat kid better than doughnuts. But I was willing to make the sacrifice in the name of progress. Here is his fifth attempt.
Congratulations, Derek. You got that doughnut. I asked him if it was tasty. He said, “it tastes like 120kg.” Delicious indeed.
CC and I will be travelling to Louisiana this weekend for the National University Championship. Should be fun!