Monday, June 25, 2018

2018 IPF Classic Worlds-The Coach's Perspective


The last few years for Jenn and I have been a whirlwind. Some incredible meet results, world travel and pizza in about each location consumed with beer. We seem to learn something each meet and training cycle and work to hone our skills along with Aaron Thomas. It’s a really interesting dynamic that works very well. It’s exceptionally cool for me as I have known Aaron since he and Wes played football together seemingly a life time ago.  There is much communication and questions and every time I start a list for the next meet, there is many notes with many times, a lot of white out and marks along the way. That said, it has worked and has produced many great results.
However, before we get to this meet in Calgary, 2018 IPF Classic Worlds, it’s best to rewind a bit. There has been back and forth with Jenn about staying 57 or moving up to 63. It’s gone back and forth, been discussed, discussed some more and about every time I think we’ve decided, we’re back and forth again. Long story short, she decided to do 57 at nationals…again, I’m going to rewind some more. All the meets I have been part of with Jenn have been great meets. She continues to learn, as we all do, and she continues to improve. I’ve written about it before. Women’s pro/am, wins class, best lifter. On to 2016 USA powerlifting nationals, Atlanta. Wins her class, which I fully expected. Then goes on to win best lifter! I didn’t expect that. It’s not an issue of doubt, it’s just that’s so much to ask. It’s really hard and there were amazing lifters yet, there Shorty went and won it all, again. We go to the Arnold, very confident and we both didn’t follow through but, she gets 2nd, and we knew where we made mistakes and trust me, we talked about it for seemingly ever to make sure we didn’t make those mistakes again. The Belarus at worlds. I was very confident. Again, I expected she would win, planned for her win, was there for almost every session along the way. I knew she could and would win her class and then there she went again, best lifter. The build up here is it is a career year. Yeah, coulda woulda shoulda at the Arnold…all those ladies there were badasses and so every meet, you must be 100% on point and we weren’t. But, everything else was lined up and executed and winning the meet overall happened as well. It’s really impossible to ask for more.
I should also add, Jenn asked me about my no bullshit thoughts on her staying 57 or going 63. Now, keep in mind, after Belarus was done, she wanted to go 63…I can’t speak for Aaron but, I thought the turnaround was too quick given she was going to gone and out of the gym so much. I didn’t think it was a good idea. So, when she asked me, I told her, it was up to her but, my opinion, was to stay 57 and become iconic. Yes, I think the 57’s are loaded and there is much up and coming talent but, I still feel that Jenn is the best 57 in the world and if she’s on, no one can beat her. I feel like she’s proven that and that it’s not a glitch or fluke or a first time lucky shot. If the results from this meet don’t prove it, nothing will. Of course, in true Jenn fashion she questioned everything I said in the statement. It’s just the way it is for her and I. Now, I will admit, it’s easy for me to say that. I don’t have to lift her weights and more, I don’t have to make that stupid weight cut. At this point, and you’ll read, you can see why I’ve let up on my original statement and feel 63 is time. I stand by my original statement but, if this is what she wants and given what the cut takes out of her, I’m for it and will do my part. Also, this is where she and I are once again very alike. I got to the point where I had won some meets, hit some records but knew, if I wanted to achieve my goals, I needed to move up a class. I felt like I had something to prove and wanted to see where the added weight took me. I had made cuts to make 308, nothing dramatic but, I wanted to just train, eat and see what the lifts turned into. The rest is history. I completely understand the need and want to move up. This year, the timing just seems a little better…at least I feel better about it…
Going into the 2018 world season if you will, was filled with expectations. And now here is the catch. Expectations are necessary. They are needed to create, note I use the world create, to create goals and set up training cycles and to get everyone’s mind wrapped around what is to come and what we must do to make those expected results. Back to the catch, expectations are the seeds to frustration as well. Now don’t get me wrong, this doesn’t mean I expected less or I’m already making excuses. That’s hardly the case. Jenn and I always talk numbers initially and then put them away for a bit and then they crank up as we get closer to the meet. Last years nationals, this year’s Arnold and worlds were no exception. This builds up to what we’ve faced the last 5 months. I am the conservative one, Aaron is the scary one and Jenn leans towards scary. It’s not fear it’s just always my approach. I’m looking at sure things and they are much broader minded than I.
Jennifer is someone that loves this sport and more, more than competing, loves to prepare and this is why she is a world champion. It’s not just showing up to train every day and being consistent. It’s eating right doing the walking and cardio to manage pain, weight and everything else. The studying and hundreds of chats each cycle going over things, asking my opinion and then busting my chops challenging everything I say. See, no matter what, regardless of past results, we are pushing, and we have to prove it day in and day out. But, this is the mindset and formula of a world champion. I came up with a saying for her, to be all time you have to be all time all of the time. Sounds cool…yeah, but, it’s hard to live with expectation and while she flew under the radar of her career best year…this time, you could and everyone else could, see her coming and, expectations were high.
At last year’s nationals, Jenn made the decision to go 57. There was talk about how to go to worlds as a 63 so, the plan was set. Jenn goes over this a bit in her blog so, I’ll move on here. Now, she will disagree with me but, I feel like the weight cuts are starting to have a negative effect. Here is why I say this. Jenn has been training at our gym now for a bit over 4 years. She’s always been a 123 or 57 depending on where she lifted save for the one time she and AT decided it was a great idea to cut to 114, one of the many reasons why I drink but, that’s a story for another time…anyway, she’s been a 123/125 lifter her entire time here. I have witnessed in that time how her body has changed. She is much denser now and heavily muscled. She was in great shape when she arrived here but now, she’s even more so. It makes it more difficult to cut as now she must lose muscle to get to the weight class.  In her time here, she is always training and prepping for a meet and that always culminates with a cut. And sometimes, the cut is long and each time it becomes a bit more arduous. It is not just hey, cut a few things out of the food plan and do a water cut and we’re all good it’s quite the process and it has to be wearing. In fact, it is. SO, finally, at nationals. I see the effect. You can see it in her eyes and in her size, or lack thereof. It’s not a bad meet but, I notice then she has a bit of a struggle with her last squat. Like the low end strength is having a hard time revealing itself. The end results isn’t a bad one. She goes 8-9 and has a new American record pull. She easily wins her class but, is knocked out of best lifter by a few 100th’s. 2nd overall, not bad but, certainly not like the year before.
For the Arnold, Jenn had decided to lift as a 63. It’s a risk…she likes risk…me, not so much. But, she is going 63 and then finds out that she can go to worlds only as a 57 so, starts a little bit of a cut, to get to 60 which makes her wilkes score drop. She and many others can explain it much better than I can but yes, 3 kg has a huge impact on your score. The meet is pretty good. Not quite the planned numbers but, an 8-9 day and I called for a 200kg pull to finish in the money,  in any other meet, I would have called 195 and she would have pulled that. Now, back up a little. Just prior to the Arnold, say 4 weeks, Jenn comes in and has a mark on her face. Not like she got hit but, like a little rash or spot, I dunno but, it’s there. She has written about her Shingles episodes. The thing is, this has likely been underlying for some time. Long story short, this really takes it out of her and starts the journey of dealing with this challenge. The long and short of it is, this is something she had been dealing with since early February, if not longer.
The training cycle for worlds was difficult. As she wrote, one deadlift sessions, she missed a pull and simply packed up and left. I figured she was just pissed but, she never just packs and leave. I’ve seen her cry, I’ve seen her get mad and struggle and we’ve even had arguments but, she never packs up and leaves. I get a message from her I’d say roughly 2 pm later that day. She is apologizing for leaving and tells me she just woke up….that’s when I knew this was a bigger issue then just a skin irritation and feeling a little played out. The problem is, these things take time to get over and get back to 100% and this cycle, her body was not going to cooperate.  She gets passed the initial Shingles then almost immediately a cold and then Shingles are back. All this is going on while she is training to defend her title and it’s not going according to plan. Basically, this lingers until 3-4 weeks out. Jenn, not unlike myself, feels like when you are better, you feel better and ready to be 100%. I can certainly appreciate and operate in the same manner but, it just isn’t going that way. Many times it seemed she felt good enough but, the body wasn’t responding. Plain and simple, she was sicker than any of us knew and simply, were willing to accept. The picture I’m painting here is Jenn was never fully well the entire training cycle. She fought through and while she had big expectations, they were adjusted to what we thought were realistic numbers.
I was an alternate on the master’s world team and decided I’d go up as if I was lifting. I wanted to see Beau Moore kill all the world records, see everyone and do some scouting. I knew I’d be meeting Aplyft and Aaron earlier in the week and it gave me some time to catch up on rest, programming and be prepared for the scouting and meetings I wanted to do. Jenn arrived Tuesday night and she was like 11 lbs. over. When she told me I played it off but, in my head I was like WTF!? If you’ve read Jenn’s meet recap, you see how the cut went and Jenn made weight. Conversation’s with Aaron and I planned on what to expect and we both knew that we could be rolling the dice with what was to come. The long training cycle and issues had taken a toll both mentally and physically, now the weight cut, which was completely different than the previous year. This could be a dog fight.
And, we called it right…
Squat warm ups were going along and 2nd to last I believe, both SiouxZ and I feel like Jenn is cutting depth. It’s not bad but, I have watched judging for a week and they are calling it tough. I saw what I thought was good lifts in the pocket get turned down. SO, I knew we would have to be on point. I told her I needed a bit more depth. She does her last warm up…it doesn’t look great. Keep in mind, we have a gold standard. Jenn is the current world record holder so we expect that everything is going to be pristine but, it is not. It’s all good and I’m my reassuring coach self and say, we’re good, you’re good. Opener comes and Matt Gary and I look at each other and think, this may get reds from the side It’s just not the convincing depth we are accustomed to.  She gets it 2-1 and she’s in and the battle and the day to come, it begins. 2nd attempt, Jenn comes out, pick is not great and she labors to get in position. Just when I think she is going to get the squat command, she reracks it and sets back up. Time is short, we are both confident she’s fine. She has a decent pick, sets up, gets the squat command buzzer goes off and Jenn hears from somewhere, “time” and she racks it…we were completely caught off-guard. It’s not something I ever thought to talk about, none of us did. That falls on me. Only ever listen to the head judge. It was very confusing and just like that, no 2nd attempt. Jenn is in back, we’ve already called to repeat and she is apologizing. She is running through the events and I simply say, only ever listen to the head judge. Now, it’s done, focus on the next attempt. Get it and we’re good, you’re good. It’s not a mistake she will ever make again and it just goes to show you, you can prepare and think you have everything covered and that you are experienced and something will come up and bite you square in the ass. But, it’s one attempt and while precious it isn’t a breaking point. Everything is about composure and that was our focus word last year. Focus word, I didn’t have one this time. I always have one. I always have a saying…am I slipping? Am I failing Jenn? I have nothing new for her. I put that aside as she has her 3rd attempt and just like a champion does, she goes out, nice pick and best squat of the day. 170 and under what we had expected but, a lead and I’ll take that going into the bench.
Bench warm ups seem much better. Last warm up is 90kg and it looks fine. Opener of 95 is not as good as hoped and even Matt suggested 97.5. SiouxZ and I thought 100 would be more than doable. We were wrong. Jenn’s opener she touched a bit high, so I told her so as to make sure we got the right bar path and touch point. This time, she touches low and grinds and about 2/3 of the way up it stops. We repeat and it’s the same, she’s out of gas to push from the grind of the 2nd attempt. She is not happy to say the least and hurls her wraps in the back.  We are in a dog fight. That being said, she has gone 6-9 and is leading by 7.5kg going into the deadlift. She seems to hate the pull and I have always said, and, we have certainly argued about it that, deadlift is her lift. She’s the American record holder and when the bar hits the floor, she shines.
In the back, it occurs to me that I have a word for Jenn, a new focus word, thank God. Grace. In most the meets, Jenn is cruising along and hitting records and amazing lifts. It’s almost easy. Today, it’s hard, none of those things are happening and I told her, no matter what, handle yourself with grace and be graceful. In tough moments, how we choose to handle things can make or break us. And, to Jenn’s credit, this is exactly what she did. Warm ups look damn near perfect. I am excited. I knew after the last warm up, it’s over and she will repeat. Opener is 170 and bam, that’s our Jenn and we call for 180 as expected and planned and it is not what we expected and planned. I see the right knee cave in. She’s about to simply run out of gas. The length of illness and the rough training cycle and weight cut, have finally caught up. This last pull will seal it but will be a tough get. Now, we are playing the game to see if we can get the lifter from Ecuador to show her hand. She’s lighter than Jenn and has had a great day. Noone is surprised as she was a bronze medalist the year before.  So, a tied total means the gold would be snatched away from Jenn. I honestly felt like the 180 did it but, another 5 kgs would do the trick. So Matt and I called for 190, let’s see if they selected enough to tie and win. We were going to hold that until close and then change to 185. Jenn at this point is done and even comes up to us, and she never does this, and says just do enough to win…we assured her that we were and once she went to the back, Matt and I chuckled. I knew she would have to have all she could muster to get this. Now, you know Jenn pulls this and wins but, something I had said to Jenn after Belarus was, the hardest things to do once was to do it twice. Being all time does require you to be all time all of the time. But, sometimes the pressure of being the best, the expectation of it all, the tough training cycle while being ill and a crazy weight cut, it catches you and you have to give what you have. You have to give 100% of what you have to give that day. Jenn was well under 100% but, gave every ounce and shred of energy she had in that moment. It was a hard fought lift, it was a hard fought meet and nothing came easy. In her toughest moment when she wasn’t her best, she was still the best and handled herself with grace and composure.
Moments like this are defining. Belarus seems magical now. It was the first one, it all seemed to go as planned even though there were issues and obstacles.  Training went well, prep went well and our plan worked perfectly. Calgary was basically the opposite. Typing this and reading it, I am as tense as I can be. As a coach, this was the toughest yet likely the best coaching job and team job and lifting job we’ve done. See, what is defining was not all the issues, not the illnesses and the weight cut and all the things that didn’t cooperate. In spite of all these things, in a moment that seemed dire, composure and grace come through. What is defining is with all that, you come through the other side having given your best and staying the course and showing the heart of a champion. Jenn embraced the grind and the fight and managed to still come out on top. This was a win that was super sweet. Despite everything that happened and went wrong, it’s what went right and was fought through that decided the day. 
We all went to the back and Jenn is getting congratulated by all the lifters and coaches. I shake a few hands and go to the back and sit. I am spent and emotionally, I’m done. I am an emotional coach. I am not Tom Landry on the side lines who is stoic and everything is water off a ducks back. IN these 2 IPF world meets, I have done my best to be the example of being composed and cool as ice. I’d like to think I have done that until the meet was won and then I can let go a little. Tears flow. It’s done and she wins for the 2nd time. It is truly harder to do it twice than to do it once. This is one that will be talked about for years to come. It’s quite rewarding to work with people who you share a passion with. The Gary’s Matt and SiouxZ are a delight to work with and Matt and I seem like old kindred spirits. It’s just automatic with us. Aaron and I have such a neat history and he is clearly one of the brightest people I know. Not only is it great coaching with him, he and I enjoy talking training and strategy. It’s just a big positive thing and a positive team. It’s a great joy to me to see it all work so well together regardless of the circumstances.
Jenn and I, once medals were done, took off and had what I hope is a traditional meal of pizza and beer save, this year we added wings. We talked about many things and simply enjoyed the moment and company. These are things I cherish. I couldn’t be more proud and more excited. Every time we all learn something and it helps to make us better.
What’s next? It looks like Jenn will make her foray into the 63’s and that will be no joke. That class is stacked with great lifters and the challenge will be great. All I can say is stay tuned. I can promise that we all will do our very best to put Jenn in the best position possible to as successful as she can. We know Jenn will work as hard as possible and prepare. You can count on expectations being high .I can’t wait to see what happens next!
I would be remiss if I didn't thank some people. On my end, Missy ran the gym in my absence and got alot of help from the entire gym family. Grant is here over the most of the summer and stepped up as well. We've had team mates like Jr...Wes Garner, come in early to make sure Missy had a hand off and spots, etc. So, to all of my home team at the Ogre Compound, thanks so much. I couldn't do this without your help and support. Equally, the support I got from Team Ogre online is amazing. I truly appreciate your trust and belief in what we do. To all of the Super Human Radio folks that bought one of my gym t's to help fund this, you helped make this possible. For Jenn, I'm not speaking for her but, in admiration, her husband Michael knocks it out of the park. He is so selfless with all the support and making things happen. I truly admire him. I know the kids missed Jenn and I love those kids to pieces. Jenn's family is so very supportive and I enjoy being with them and amongst them any time that I can. truly, it takes a village. And for any of you that read this that I got to share bourbon with this trip, I hope you enjoyed it and it inspires you to do so again.
onward and upward from here.
Until next time, lift heavy, train smart & eat more pizza

Saturday, June 23, 2018

2018 IPF Worlds Meet Recap

I just want it to be over.
These were my thoughts going into this meet. It's negative. And ungrateful. And exactly how I felt.

I knew after Worlds last year, there would never, in the history of Jennifer Millican be another meet like 2017 IPF Worlds in Minsk, Belarus. In 2017, I faced some adversity, challengers, and I stepped up. In 2017, I set world records, I went 8/9, I won the weight class and I walked away as best overall lifter in my first international competition. Not to reminisce too much, but I hope I never forget how I felt that day.

Expectations are a bitch. They are the most necessary double edged sword that I am currently aware of. In some instances, setting and/or having expectations is 100% appropriate. In others, they get in the way. The most difficult part of expectations is that they are made up. Legit. Just made up by our own minds, by society, by a subculture you identify with, by your co-workers, your family, whoever or whatever. Personally, I work hard at managing my own expectations, I work hard to make clear my expectations to my children, to my clients at work, to my husband. So much energy spent around expectations.

A long time ago, in a land far far away, I went to college. I studied organizational communications. Essentially, I majored in expectations. I learned then the importance of expectations and the influence they can have over your own satisfaction, the roles they play in negotiation tactics, how important it is to understand them when providing a service or product to another person. I believe, where I have stumbled in the past has been one of two "expectation management" flaws.

One, is that I never voiced my expectations to a soul other than myself, believing somehow, that life would happen just as I had played it out in my mind over and over again. The other, is that I was almost never prepared for more than one scenario (see previous sentence). In college, I did learn those skills. I learned the importance of communicating your expectations BEFORE an event actually takes place. Communicate them with anyone involved. When I take my children to the grocery: "In the grocery store, it is my expectation that you will stay with me, ask my permission before putting something in the cart, and to be patient with me while in the pickle isle." While I believe this is helpful, it's certainly not fool proof. I've had many a melt downs in the pickle isle.

The other flaw: not preparing for all the scenarios. I've been told I'm arrogant. Maybe so. But probably, just mismanaged expectations. It's one thing to set the expectations, it's another to communicate them (and adjust them when someone you communicated them to shits all over them and you have to start over) but it's another level to be prepared for the expectations to hit the fan (the shit fan). While I believe that I set my own expectations within reason for 2018 IPF Worlds, I also believe, that I was prepared for them to hit the shit fan.

I'm going to take a few step back here. After 2017 Nationals, I took a risk and decided to go up to the 63's with the hopes of competing at Worlds as a 63. This hinged on all the females offered a spot on the team accepting. I won't bore you with the details, but not everyone accepted, which meant that I had to compete as a 57 at Worlds. Which was fine, because I knew the risk ahead of time, and another person who is fantastic at managing expectations, USA National Team Head Coach, laid it all out for me the moment I finished my last lift at Nationals.

Nevertheless, training up a weight class for the months I was able to was great. We took it slow after Nationals to let some things heal and to ensure we built some momentum. Quite honestly, it was one of the most enjoyable training cycles I've had. I was crushing everything, hitting pr's and enjoying life. Until about 5-6 weeks out from The Arnold. I start feeling weak and very low on energy. I push through and keep waiting for the turn around. One session, I failed a deadlift and I was done. Meaning, my body was done. I left the gym. I DON'T LEAVE THE GYM. I always finish. But I went home. I went home and slept for several hours. This was the beginning of a long road ahead.

I competed at The Arnold after a shingles diagnosis and round of anti-virals and managed a 472.5kg total. I went 8/9 and did well all things considered. After coming home, I continue my way back down to the 57's in body weight. Shingles come back. Another round of meds. Keep training. Get sick again, not shingles, but a cold. I take the week off because time is on my side. Go back to training, squat, tweak my glute. Take another week off. Get back to training. Feels like shit. Feel the shingles coming on again before heading out of town for my brother in law's wedding. Keep them at bay with yet another round of anti-virals until I return home. They return again as soon as I finish the meds. Go to a new doctor. Doc says it's not shingles, it's a bacteria infection. Take some tests, take some meds, this time antibiotics, start feeling slightly better but not great. Test results come back. Test positive for shingles but not an acute flare up, bacteria infection comes back inconclusive. WTF?? Seriously.

Training. Going ok, not great, but barely hanging on to my numbers. Except deadlift. Fuck that lift. Body weight is the real bitch. Just not cooperating. I'm beat down. Mentally, physically, beat down. I just want it to be over. At least at this point, whatever I was fighting seems to be staying away finally. And just to top things off, at the tail end of my heavy training I somehow managed upset my rhomboid during a squat which meant I was high bar squatting for the last few weeks of training.

As a side note, my coaches were paying attention and making adjustments. We increased fat, reduced volume and really did just enough intensity to stay afloat.

I send a first draft of attempts to my coaches. They say it's conservative and to give it another week. After another week, they agree to what we all agree are conservative attempts.

Expectations. They can be tough to swallow if you're really honest with yourself. I set my meet day goals up with a minimum goal. A pass/fail grade. For Worlds, it was to win. If I could manage nothing else, I wanted to walk away with the win.

For the record, I realize that I sound like a brat with a minimum goal of winning a World Title. But please rewind to the lengthy discussion regarding expectations. At the very least, I can expect to win. I believe that I am capable of more, but as a bare minimum, I want the win. However, because of how the training has gone, how I felt, where my body weight was and where it needed to be, I truly felt that we had created a plan that would ensure a 8/9 day. Well, I was wrong.

As I start the water load, it isn't going bad but not exactly smooth either. Fast forward to flying out. While I am traveling, I keep my water intake up. Way up. I probably drank at least two gallons while flying with a another two already in the tank before I left. And flying was horrible. I am not a good traveler as is. I get motion sickness, I hate sitting on the plane, I'm the worst honestly. Plus, all the nagging annoying tweaks are making it miserable. As I am flying through the air, I am noticing that my rings are beginning to uh, not fit so well. Keep pounding water.

Finally arrive and make it to my room sometime between 1 and 2am. P.S my Uber driver was legit driving 30 mph and I was LOSING IT. Anywho. For some strange reason, I decide to weigh myself even though I was quite aware that my hands resembled tiny sausages and it's probably not gonna be a number that I can rest easy after seeing. 135lbs (that's 10lbs over for those of you that don't understand my panic) WHAT?! Seriously. WHAT?! Worst idea I've ever had.

Go to sleep. Sleep very ok. Another thing I'm not too good at while traveling. I'm worse than an infant that just discovered how much it loves it's mother and can't go to sleep because it's scared it will miss out on loving her. I wake up with less than 24 hours until weigh ins at 129 point something lbs. So I dropped some weight over night, but still not where I'm used to being at this stage of the game.

Aaron tells me 2-3 cups of coffee (thank you sweet baby Jesus) and a light breakfast and then we'll start making calls based on what my weight does. "He's not worried" (lies). Luckily (I think?), my weight did start dropping quickly and end up at weight sometime after Noon (I think?). So I was able to have another meal and little bit of water, which put me back over but not by much (57.3). Aaron wanted me at weight before I went to bed which meant a couple of rounds in a hot bath. My old friend the hot bath....you have not been missed.

I wake up under at 56.5 or something. Aaron tells me to eat a bag of chips, but honestly, I chickened out even though I was standing on the scale with the chips in my hand and was still under. This is an instance where I did not trust the process. Probably a huge mistake.

I'm still feeling like I want it to be over. Normally, I'm a little scared at this point with anticipation but also ready to execute. For the first time, since my first couple of meets, I just wanted it to be over. It was not a good feeling.

I weigh in light. 56.0andsomething. Fuck, is actually what I thought. Too light....this almost never works to my favor. I just want it to be over.

Warming up, everything felt terrible. Really terrible. I can't get tight, I feel like I'm all over the place. Wade comes to me and tells me I need to be deeper. Fuck. I just want it to be over. Last warm up was slow. I want to drop my opener, but it's too late and I said nothing anyway, somehow believing that I was just being insecure. I was right. I should have spoke up. This is a mistake I won't make again.

Opener was slow and horrible and felt off on my back. AND I got my first ever red light on a squat since I moved to the USAPL/IPF. Kind of crushed my soul but I'm in the meet. SiouxZ asked me how it felt, I said VERY OK, she agreed. I wanted to tell her to only go up 5kgs, but I didn't. They went up 7.5kgs rather than the planned 10kgs. Second attempt and I am rattled already.

Unrack, again, feels off on my back and I re-rack. I have never done that. I always, ALWAYS, just make it work. This was also probably a mistake simply because it's not something I'm accustomed to doing. So now I'm working against the clock. Lot's of voices from all over telling me how much time I have, etc. I walk it out (horribly), get the squat command, and think "welp, this feels like shit and I am not sure I am going to be able to dig this out", TIME! I hear the word TIME and think that I don't want to burn the attempt if it's not going on the board so I re-rack it. I was wrong. I thought it was a judge that yelled time but it was someone from the back. I feel horrible. I do not feel like an IPF World Champ at all. I do not feel like a world record holder. I feel like an amateur and like I'm crumbling.   

I feel quite bad in the warm up room and I'm apologizing profusely to anyone that will listen. At this point, I know that I have to have the 3rd attempt but also that my total goal is shot. Going out for the third attempt, I was able to flip the switch a bit and actually had a decent walk out. It certainly felt better than any other squat THAT DAY but also the worst 170kgs has felt in at least year. Three white lights and a slight bit of redemption.


Bench. Ok, going into bench I'm relieved that squats are over but also terrified that my bench will follow suit of not being up to par. Normally when my bench starts going to shit I can't seem to get set up right. During warm ups, my set up actually felt good, a glimmer of hope. Annnd nope. I hit 90kgs as a last warm up and it was the slowest it's been since one of the first times I ever had that weight on the bar. I hit my opener and it looked and felt like a third. Again, I wanted to suggest that we only go up 2.5kgs rather than the planned jump of 5kgs but I said nothing. I thought "I haven't missed 100kgs on the bench in over year, I'll have to dig, but surely I can make it happen". I couldn't. I missed 100kgs for a 2nd and 3rd attempt. This one broke me. On the verge of a break down, I threw my wrist wraps, and left the warm up room.


Three more attempts and I'm free. Let's get it done. Deadlifts are the easy part of a meet. I come back to the warm up room and just do my best to have a decent attitude for these last few lifts of the meet. Deadlifts have been going terrible. The worst training cycle I've had for deadlifts. The most I touched in training was 187.5kgs and it was a shit show. Just to put things into perspective, 187.5 was my 2nd attempt at The Arnold and it was butter.

Warm ups feel ok. Not terrible, which is pretty much a step up. Opener is fine. Second attempt (180kgs) moves ok, but did not feel that great. I felt my knee cave which is another thing that hasn't happened since the early early days of lifting. I go straight to the coaching staff because I know it probably looked better than it actually was. This time, I'm speaking up.

Let's just get it I say. They all turn to me and say, that's exactly what we are going to do, don't worry. But I am quite worried that they will call a 10kg jump and I don't have that regardless of what 180kgs looked like. I said, let's just get it and DO NOT be over confident in me at all. They agree.

SiouxZ comes to me and says that they all agree that I have 10kgs in me my but they only went 5kgs because that's all I need to win. Perfect, I think. Though I know I'm still gonna have to dig. While I'm waiting to take my last attempt I start to worry that I'm not going to be able to pull of a win. During meets, I never keep up with what's going on as far as placings or anything, I just focus on lifting. I broke. I asked Aaron if I was still going to win....he said yes. I asked if I had to have the last pull, he said yes. I said, I get this pull and I win, for sure? He said yes.

I go out for this pull and I know it's going to be tough. I call for some hype from the crowd and they delivered. I break it from the floor and it stalls at my knees. All I can think is to keep the bar close to me so I don't start shaking so bad that I get red lighted for downward motion. I lock it out. I know I was shaky and I've gotten turned down on deads before. THREE. WHITE. LIGHTS. It's over.

IT IS OVER and I managed to keep my title despite such a difficult day.

All I can ask of myself is to give 100% of what I have in the moment. Even though sometimes the numbers on the bar fluctuate, my effort never will.



My take aways here are that there are no surprises with Jennifer Millican. My training cycle and meet went hand in hand. For a bit, I thought I might get saved by the taper....twas not the case. I'm not sure how other coach/athletes come up with attempt selections, but I drive the bus. I draft them and get input and we lay out the plan. Come game day, I let my coaches handle it because there is already a plan in place. The mistake I made for this meet was not speaking up about how bad everything actually felt. The good news is that I won't make that mistake again.

HUGE shout out to Aaron Thomas and Wade Johnson for sticking it out with me for the entire training cycle, coming to Canada, and continuing to be proud of me even on my worst day. I would say, after a meet and training cycle like this, and still managing a gold and a third place overall finish, we have nothing to be ashamed of. We've been working together for four or so years and the best is yet to come. Of course, SiouxZ and Matt Gary being there on the weeks leading up to the meet and on game day, I can't ask for better guidance and communication.

Also huge thank you to my sponsors for all of their support not only of my own endeavors but of the sport in general, SBD, SBD USA, and Aplyft.

While this is not how I prefer to go out, that's the last time I'll be called to the platform as 57kg lifter. The party is just getting started.