Expected to hate Powerlifting, now cannot imagine stopping

A friend dragged me to a Powerlifting trial class. I went to be polite. I was terrible. I went back because I couldn't stand being terrible at something.

That was 8 months ago. The sumo deadlift I stumbled through in that first class is now something I teach to newer beginners. total has become a genuine interest rather than a confusion. hitting a three-white-light total happened somewhere around month three and reframed the whole thing. learning to brace and Valsalva properly is still there but it's familiar now — part of the texture of the practice. I'm glad my friend didn't take no for an answer.