Last weekend, we hosted the RPS Memphis Classic Powerlifting meet. For the past year or so, social media would have you believe that powerlifting is a toxic pool of politics, favoritism, and rule bastardization. For that very reason, I have not been terribly inclined to compete or really be involved with powerlifting outside of caring for the lifters I coach or my friends that are stepping on the platform.
However, managing a gym that hosts two meets a year requires that I don’t wash my hands of it entirely. After this weekend, I am glad I didn’t. What is rumored to be a bunch of hot heads in a room together turned into one of the most fun meets I have attended, let alone judge. Here are somethings that made it fun:
–Great lifters with great attitudes, regardless of the outcome of their lifts.
–Huge celebrations for personal victories.
–Gratitude from the lifters to the hosts/personnel.
–MC engagement with the crowd, resulting in riot-level noise for lifters.
–Genuine desire to see people hitting big lifts.
–Spectators jumping out of their chair to help lifters through a grind.
–Teammates losing their SHIT for their teammates.
Maybe if all you are seeing is the bad, you should get offline and get your hands dirty by helping at a meet. Im sure glad I did.