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Go Figure!

I’m excited to announce that I have decided to train for and compete in a Figure Competition. These are the women with mad muscles, zero fat on their bodies. It takes a ridiculous amount of training and commitment. No carbs. No cheese. No beer. Yes, no beer. I’m not sure I can do it, frankly. I have friends who do and they put me to shame.

If things go well, I’ll be in the best shape of my life. Actually, that will probably be true even if I fall far short of my goal.

I almost let the bikini requirement and the tanning stop me. But, then… where are we if we are afraid to try?

It’s butch to wear a bikini. It’s also butch to enjoy an April Fools joke. Be Butch.

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X Marks the Spot

Hi all. I’m headed to surgery bright and early this morning. So early, in fact, that it’s dark outside. The thought is they will rebuild my Bicep and clean up my rotator cuff or labrum (which sounds dirty every time I say it). I’m butch enough to admit some trepidation. Hell, I’ll even call it fright. Sigh.

Upside? It’s a POWERLIFTING injury. Heh. Not a I’m-so-clumsy injury or an I’m-too-out-of-shape injury. As one of my trainers said, I earned this one. I am gonna hold onto that!

It will be hard to need so much help for a bit, but that’s a whole other story and I don’t have time to write it just now. I will be offline for a few days to rest and recover. But also, I’m pretty sure the pain meds might make me type something ill-advised. Wink.

Have a good couple of days!

It’s butch to take care of yourself – even when it hurts. Be Butch.

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Lifting Myself – Full Piece Up

 

A couple of days ago, I posted a short excerpt from this piece. It went up at Huffington Post yesterday. You can read part of it below, and the full article at http://www.huffingtonpost.com/tristan-higgins/lifting-myself_b_3752947.html.

I have been lifting as part of my fitness routine for over a year, but in the past six months I realized how much I like it and started toying with the idea of doing a competition. A competition would make my training more real and give me motivation — you know, in the same way that training for a half or full marathon motivates runners. It gives them a goal, something to work toward rather than just running “another five miles today.” I cannot imagine anything worse than that, by the way. I am not a runner.

But I think I could be a lifter. At least, I want to try.

 

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So for the past five weeks I have been committed to a special training routine and program to help get me ready for a powerlifting meet in September.

Powerlifting means lifting as much weight as you can. There are three events: chest press, dead lift and the dreaded squat. I am doing powerlifting, not physique (the really, really pretty, lean bodies) or bodybuilding (also pretty but beefy bodies). I joke that powerlifting is the one that allows me to still drink my beloved craft beer. But even that I am doing in restricted moderation since I started training for the competition. See? Focus. A target.

Though I still have a ton to learn about lifting (pun intended), I have learned a few things already:

1. This is a very supportive community. There aren’t that many women who lift, at least not at my gym, and the one other woman who competes has become my hero and a little bit of a mentor (though I am not sure she knows either of those things). All the other lifting coaches in my gym call out to me during my workouts, supporting and offering encouragement. Before and after workouts, they stop me and my trainer to offer a tip here and there. It seems to take a village to lift that bar.

2. This is hard. If you think it looks hard to lift a lot of weight, you are right. All the equipment is hard. It hurts when you bump into it. It especially hurts when you bump into your limitations. I’ve learned that you can press through them — slowly — but knowing when to press through and when to listen to your body and stop? That’s hard too. My trainer, Janet, is amazing at knowing this. And there are strains, and pulls, and aches, and bruises.

3. The next point aside, femmes dig it. I am told that lifting is very sexy. Muscles, sweat and calloused hands, all a plus. I don’t have to agree to appreciate this.

This is where it really gets good! Hop over to http://www.huffingtonpost.com/tristan-higgins/lifting-myself_b_3752947.html to read the rest. Thanks!


Lifting Myself – Excerpt

This is my newest piece submitted to the Huffington Post today. It should be up in a couple of days. In the meantime, I wanted to post an excerpt here…

I have been lifting as part of my fitness routine for over a year, but in the past 6 months I realized how much I like it, and started toying with the idea of doing a competition. A competition would make my training more real, give me motivation. You know, in the same way runners decide to do a half or full marathon. It gives them a goal, something to work towards rather than just running “another 5 miles today.” I cannot imagine anything worse than that, by the way. I am not a runner.

But I think I could be a lifter. At least, I want to try. So for the past 5 weeks I have been committed to a special training routine and program to help get me ready for a powerlifting meet in September.

Monday's inspirational photo was to inspire me. See the help?

Monday’s inspirational photo was to inspire me. See the help?

Powerlifting means lifting as much weight as you can. There are three events – chest press, dead lift and the dreaded squat. I am doing powerlifting – not physique (the really, really pretty lean bodies) or bodybuilding also pretty, but beefy bodies). I joke that powerlifting is the one that allows me to still drink my beloved craft beer. But even that I am doing in restricted moderation since I started training for the competition. See? Focus. A target.

It’s butch to stay tuned for the rest. Be Butch.


Monday Inspiration

Trying to feel inspired today. That’s 315lbs, by the way. Someday…

20130812-080517.jpgIt’s hella butch to lift something heavy. Be Butch.


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