...they pull me back in. (Kudos if you pick up on the movie reference there).
It happened this weekend.
I got that itch back; you know, the one you just can't seem to scratch.
I haven't been in a powerlifting environment for a while now, but I went to the Indiana State meet this past weekend and it was like coming home after a long, arduous trip. Heavy weights, big bangs, and the smell of ammonia caps was all it took to draw me back. Putting cast wraps on a few knees sealed the deal.
I need to get my butt back on the platform.
I'm not quite ready yet, though - there's still a few things I need to address in my training before I'm ready to do a meet, but consider this my official "un-retirement" if you will. I NEED this; it's like a splinter in my brain that I can't get out.
I'll be posting more on this later, but I need to get it out in the open so people know I'm serious; assuming training goes well, I'll be in a meet in the next 4-6 months.
As we say here in the Midwest, time to "Git-R-Done!"