Category: Powerlifting

Hey there, friend. Picture this: It’s a crisp morning in early 2025, and you’re standing in a gym that smells like chalk and iron dreams. The barbell waits, loaded just right—not too heavy to crush you, but enough to whisper, “You’ve got this.” That’s where my own powerlifting story kicked…

Hey there, lifter. Picture this: It’s a chilly morning in my garage gym back in 2018. I’m staring down a barbell loaded with 315 pounds for my first real squat set, heart pounding like I’d just chugged a triple espresso. I’d been messing around with random workouts for years—push-ups in…

Hey there, friend. Picture this: It’s a crisp Saturday morning back in 2018, and I’m staring at a rusty barbell in my garage gym, feeling like a total fish out of water. I’d spent years chasing that “beach body” with endless curls and crunches, but deep down, I craved something…

Hey there, friend. Picture this: It’s 2018, and I’m staring down a rusty barbell in my buddy’s garage gym, feeling like a fish out of water. I’d spent years chasing that “beach bod” with endless reps and mirror selfies, but something about the raw grunt of hoisting heavy iron called…

Hey there, lifter. Picture this: It’s 2018, and I’m staring down a rusty barbell in my garage, heart pounding like a drum solo at a rock concert. I’d just quit my desk job, convinced that hoisting iron was my ticket to feeling unbreakable. My first squat? Barely 135 pounds, and…

Hey there, if you’re reading this, chances are you’ve felt that mix of excitement and dread when eyeing the squat rack. I get it—I remember my first real powerlifting squat like it was yesterday. Back in 2012, I was a scrawny 22-year-old fresh out of college, convinced I could “just…

Hey there, if you’re anything like me, you’ve stared down a barbell loaded with plates and felt that mix of dread and excitement bubbling up. I remember my first real squat session back in college—loaded up 225 pounds, knees wobbling like a newborn foal, convinced I’d either conquer the world…

Hey there, lifter. Picture this: It’s 2012, and I’m in a dingy garage gym in Denver, sweat dripping like a bad first date, staring down a barbell loaded with 225 pounds for my first clean and jerk attempt. I’d been grinding powerlifting squats for months, feeling like a tank but…

Hey there, picture this: It’s a rainy Tuesday evening, and I’m staring at my closet, wondering if I should just Netflix and chill instead of heading to the gym. But then I remember that squat PR I hit last week—the one where the barbell felt like it was mocking me…

Hey there, friend. Picture this: It’s a rainy Saturday morning in my old college town, and I’m staring down a barbell loaded heavier than my doubts that week. I was 22, fresh off a breakup that left me feeling like a deflated balloon animal, and someone at the gym—some grizzled…