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I Beat the Weights :)

Today's WOD: Strength- 3x3 Back Squats. Then 5 rounds for time of: 35 double unders, 200 meter run.

On my squats, I worked up to a weight of 190lbs, which is a PR! It feels so awesome to get a PR-it's one of my favorite feelings ever. I just feel giddy afterwards, like I rule the world!

I was kind of scared before the set, like I usually am on a heavy set of squats. The weight looks so heavy, so intimidating, and I wonder if I really can lift it, or if I'm going to fail on one of the reps. My adrenaline's flowing, my heart is beating faster; I feel tense and jittery; anxious. 

But then I focus. I push away the negative thoughts. I look at the weight and think, "I got this, this weight don't scare me, this is nothin'!" I visualize myself going through the set, getting every rep. Then I get under the bar, grip it tight, take a big breath and go.

Sometimes the weights beat me. Sometimes I fail and can't get the weight up.

But today I won.

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  1. I know this feeling. I used to do squats a lot and was working on my one rep max. I was 125lbs and got a 185 squat within 3 weeks of practice and I was so scared but knew if I didn't get it what would happen so I knew that I HAD to get it! Or I would be crushed by the weight!!! I felt amazing after and got a lot of compliments from watchers! I finally did squats for the first time in a year last week and it reminded me of this day!

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