My first exposure to powerlifting came through the “golden era” articles on EliteFTS – stories of Chuck V, Dave Tate, Louie Simmons and the likes who would strap their failing bodies together to redline another training session or another meet through pretty much any means possible. This results-over-everything mentality resonated with me as it aligns with the way I’m wired – I am an all-in aggressive personality that has overcome most obstacles in my life through an almost violent will-power and unwillingness to give up.
Throughout my childhood and teenage years, I competed in somewhere in the neighbourhood of 12-13 different sports, often having up to 4 different practices a day; I always had a chip on my shoulder as although I was often not the most talented player, I absolutely refused to be outworked. I would work obsessively on skill development and supplemental conditioning on off days and after practices when everyone else had gone home, I’d run extra stairs after wrestling practice, and stay after practice to wrestle the coaches to have a chance to work against stronger and more experienced opponents. When it came to injuries and pain management it was always a “sweep it under the rug, suck it up, and get back out there” approach. I competed in a wrestling tournament after a 50% rupture of my Achilles tendon I sustained at wrestling practice and then made worse by jumping in a badminton tournament the same day. I refused to tell my coaches or parents about the injury or get proper rehab for fear of missing any of my upcoming lacrosse or wrestling provincial championships – a decision I still pay for to this day.
So when I first started powerlifting, I took the same work ethic and refusal to let pain or injury get in the way of applying myself 100% to every training session, and for a very long time it served me well. I tore my bicep off the bone and never missed a training session and was back in the gym the day after surgery (I considered going the same day just to really say fuck you to the injury, but we had plans with friends so instead I waited until the next afternoon to get back to training). Even as my mental approach is shifting, I am still proud of the fact that I didn’t miss a session the entire time, because I’ve seen too many people focus on what they can’t do whereas I was solely focused on what I could do and felt the need to lead by example. There’s a lot of positive that comes out of only seeing solutions and never seeing/ignoring obstacles, but it’s had its dark side, and I’ve paid for it dearly by taking this approach to the extreme.
I’ve spent the entirety of the last three years with one or more concurrent moderate to severe muscle tears, an array of various tendinopathies, joint capsule damage and separations, ligament tears and other various injuries – and they are all my fault. I set my best total of 1868 in 2019 and haven’t improved it since. Part of the reason I haven’t improved my total is because I went through massive weight cuts, got out of wraps and back into sleeves, but the reality is I had to run away from the kinds of weights that were ripping my body apart as I continually tried to smash through injury after injury. I’ve had to take a hard look in the mirror as to how the mentality that has allowed me to achieve so much with average-at-best genetics was now working against me, and how I was going to change my approach so I can get back to what matters most to me – improving my total.
The first change I had to make was to let go of timelines, I’m aware that this flies in the face of pretty much every goal setting rule on the planet, but by mentally marrying number goals and attaching them to dates on the calendar, I would blind myself to mistake after mistake trying to will those numbers into existence at a particular meet: I would constantly overshoot RPE numbers, justify weight jumps when things were moving poorly because “I was just out of position and need to execute better”, and ignore pain and injury that were worsening with every session until they became bad enough that I could no longer train no matter how much I tried to fight through it. I know this is going to come as a shock to most of you, but if you can’t train, it’s pretty hard to get better and improve your total.
My remedy has been to actually let go of all number and timeline goals but rather to focus on getting the absolute best out of myself each and every session, and simply to make good training decisions, which means sometimes *gasp* I’ve had to skip a session. There are many ways that I’ve kept myself accountable: I’ll use a velocity tracker to help me choose my training weights (I might be able to lie to myself, but I’m not able to lie to the tracker about how fast things are moving), I’m learning to dissociate from the weights but rather focus on hitting my prescribed RPEs – I can’t make everything a RPE9.5-10, scientifically I know this, but I’ve always struggled with honesty in this arena and as a coach, I know I’m cutting my coach off at the knees by taking away significant tools away from his toolbox in load management, directed adaptation and timed progression models.
I’m making the direction of my training the priority and letting go of any type of rate of progress goals; my only goal is to be better than the last session, and to be heading in the right direction week over week and month over month. I refuse to compare where I am now to any other point in my powerlifting career, I’ve even let go of mentally tracking my PRs – I couldn’t tell you what my best training 2-5 rep maxes are, and honestly I don’t care, they don’t matter, the only thing that matters is: am I doing everything in my power today to keep moving in the right direction?
So is it working? I’d say the evidence comes in both a 694lb and a 733lb deadlift and a 585×2 squat that have come in the last month; let me explain. The 694lb deadlift was about 3 weeks ago, and previously that would have been an absolutely blasphemous weight to load – just load 700! But I actually didn’t realize it was 694 until after I had done it, I was supposed to work up to RPE7,8,9 singles and as I was working up I refused to add up the weight (I’ve been around the sport long enough to know what all the intervals of 25kg plates are, but I was intentionally not counting up any of the change) when I hit my RPE7 at 606 I made the choice to jump 20kg to 650 for RPE8, the call was perfect so I made the call to make exactly the same jump to hit my RPE9, which ended up being 694 which was definitely my upper limit for a RPE9 for that day, for me to stick to my process on heavy singles marked my true commitment to this mental shift.
The 733lb deadlift came 2 weeks later when I was allowed to work to a true RPE10, my previous set was 705lbs and it moved better than it has in a long time. Both Cam and Cole were training with me at the time (the other two full time coaches at Blacksmith) and have seen my deadlift many times over the years and I trust their input often more than I trust my own when it comes to selecting weight jumps. Cam and Cole were giving me a 10-17.5kg range on the next jump and Cole had actually loaded a 15kg jump onto the bar, but I asked him to change it to 12.5kg. I was 100% positive I could make a 12.5kg and each 2.5kg beyond that up to 17.5kgs would have been a few percentage points less certain. I don’t know who needs to hear this but I probably needed it screamed at me weekly: you only get stronger from the lifts you complete not the ones you miss. So I loaded 332.5kg or 733lbs and pulled it for a new PR. This is especially significant because I can tell you with 100% confidence that I’ve been strong enough to pull this before, but haven’t simply because I was married to a 750lb deadlift or a 1900lb total, and nothing less than those numbers were acceptable – so instead of pulling the 740lbs I knew I was capable of pulling at the last meet, I made the reach for 750 to try and secure a 1900lb total when 1890 was as close to a sure thing as I can say without actually having done it.
The last mark of this mental shift is a 585×2 RPE9 squat, it’s a long way from my best, but it’s still significant. This meet prep started the way pretty much every prep since 2017 has started – with a significant tears to my left adductor magnus, and the inability to squat or deadlift. Previously I would rehab it until it was “good enough” and then limp my way to the platform and try to extract every last pound out of it. Once I got the ability to squat again, I refused to miss a session until the meet, for some twisted reason I felt like this was the best way to put up my highest competition squat, and perhaps for that particular meet it was, but it has hampered my long term development by losing at least a quarter to half the year where I can’t squat or am sputtering around at 50% capacity just trying to maintain the movement. This time I’ve dedicated myself to making the best training decisions I can for my long-term development, and if I can’t get my body prepared to squat by the time the next session has come around, I’ve actually skipped it twice in this prep. Instead of focusing on working harder and blocking out pain in a session I shouldn’t have been doing, I’m redirecting that focus to work harder on the things that are going to get me to the next session in a position to make forward progress. I don’t know if it will lead to even beating my last competition squat I posted while trying to battle through similar injuries, but I am fully confident that committing to this process will eventually lead to the best squat and total I’ve ever put on the platform, whenever that day comes.
This isn’t going to work for everyone, many people could do better by pushing themselves way harder than they are now, but I’m not one of those people, no one needs to tell me put my heart and soul into my training or to attack the bar with everything I have, but if you happen to be someone like me who has become their own worst enemy by smashing head first through every wall with reckless abandon, maybe it’s time to look in the mirror and see how you can get out the way of your own success.