On Sunday, we took our youngest (Arnie the power lifter) to his second competition.
He was not sure how he would get on, as the last couple of weeks had seen his sleep, exercise and diet regimes all somewhat out of whack.
On the train there he was red-eyed and dozing.
On arrival he was greeted enthusiastically, given a quick tour, some forms to fill in and weighed. He came in a good few pounds under his category boundary, which made him happy.
Then Mrs RC and I found seats to watch while Arnie went to get warmed up.
They did two events.
Bench-press, where you lie on your back, lower the weight bar to your chest and then push it back up again. He managed 102.5kg (225.5 pounds). This was the same as he did at his last competition back in Feb.
Then it was the Deadlift, where you grab the weight bar and then stand up straight. Last time he lifted 202.5kg (445.5 pounds). This time I thought he would try 205kg, but Mrs RC said he was hoping to lift 210kg (462 pounds). Instead he went for 212.5kg (467.5 pounds, 2.5 times his own weight), the most he has ever lifted. He has not even done that it training!
And he did it - just! I am sure that the cheering, screaming girls at the back had a lot to do with it...
He beat everyone close to his own age, and a lot of the older lifters too! (The best lift by anyone all day was 270kg (594 pounds) by a guy in his mid 20s.)
So he now has his sights set on a regional competition in November. He is aiming high for this one, looking to Deadlift 227.5kg (500.5 pounds). 500 pounds is a very symbolic number, I think.
Are we proud?
Is The Pope Catholic?