As some of you may know, I have recently made a very smooth transition into the world of Olympic weightlifting. While the chains and bands beckon, and my chest yearns for a solid bench pounding, i have no choice but to do exactly what my coach says.
Wich got me thinking more the other day....
So there I was, sitting, defeated, after another round of squats, and he comes sits down and says 'do some snatches'
I look at him bewildered, 'snatch? power? fulls? what weight, how many sets, reps?'
I realised in my entire time there there was not one weight I did not do under his command. and the one occasion I asked to up the weight a tiny bit I nearly cracked my skull open! Its scary, he knows exactly what I can do.
He then says 'just do some heavy snatches'
One again, the confusion hit me like a tonne of bricks, I had no idea what to do. In 6 weeks I have come to not even doubt a thing he says. I ordered a pair of straps through him, I aksed 'how much?', he said '50' this would be insanley expensive for straps (turned out to be 15) bit not for once did I ever not beleive him. I simply ndded and walked away, 'they are only 15 you idiot!'
Smetimes Ill do a really good set, Ill be taking a break in between lifts, and hell just give me a look... not a bad look, but not a good look either. Just a look that makes me lift better.
All it takes is for him to simply nod and smile, or frown and hake his head, that makes sooo much difference to me... and this is 6 weeks with him. If Ive ever been doubtful, just the nod, or the smile, thats all it takes to clear doubt in my head.
Wich kinda made me stop and think, in 6 weeks this happens... in 5 years on the greatest and most important platform of all. One nod from this man could mean the difference between gold and failure.
This is messing with my head!