2015 was a big year. A lot of things happened.
These were my goals for the year:
- continue to improve at bodyweight gymnastics, including pull-ups, dips, muscle-ups and handstand push-ups; combination of continuing to gain absolute upper body strength, and improving relative strength by losing a few pounds
- Check. Highlights: consistent muscle-ups, even if I'm not stringing together big sets yet, and going from zero strict handstand push-ups to a max set of 16. I'll take it.
- continue to improve aerobically and mentally; don't panic on long or hard training pieces, stay in it and put in the work
- Constant work in progress, and doesn't come naturally, but getting better.
- continue to clean up Olympic weightlifting technique, which will translate into numbers closer to what I'm capable of strength-wise (this year: 150 snatch, 220 clean and jerk)
- Nope. Babying my knee all year meant that I finally learned how to power clean and power snatch, but I only snatched 140 (once) and cleaned 201 (twice). I need technical instruction.
- continue to keep nutrition on point without obsessing over being perfect or the number on the scale; focus on quality and eating to maximize performance
- Eeeeesh. Fail on the obsessing part of that. I'm very, very happy that I decided to work with Mike this year. He is fantastic. But, I'm a perfectionist and have a touch of OCD, so weighing and measuring my food for 6 months took a pretty big psychological toll. From past experience, I knew it would be tough for me to lose weight, so I wanted to do everything perfectly that way I couldn't look back and say "well, if I had tried harder/done better/been more compliant, I would have had more success." I feel very confident saying that I could not have tried any harder to lose weight while prioritizing performance. Sitting comfortably at my leanest ever: 159lbs with noticeable improvement in body comp.
- make the right decision moving forward in the next chapter: finding the right fit, balancing professional ambitions while maintaining training as priority, and setting myself up for a high quality of life by managing expectations of stress
- I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up, so I tried to hedge my bets and keep all my options open. I started 2015 thinking that I would have to move away this year and start a postdoc elsewhere, and that made me sad. I'm happier in Cincinnati than I have ever been, and didn't want to take a job in another state just because I was "supposed to," especially when I have reservations about this career path. I decided I wanted to stay in Cincinnati, and found the best position possible here that would allow me to keep an academic career track open while also allowing me to continue enjoying the lifestyle I have made for myself. It was a very stressful transition, but now that I'm more comfortable in my new lab, I see very clearly that I would have had to give up training at this level had I taken a more traditional postdoc elsewhere. I think I made the right decision. Check.
Other notable events in 2015:
- Making a big contribution to the team during the Open (three scores!), and serving as the alternate on the Regionals roster
- Knee surgery
- Defending my Ph.D
So. What's next?
I'm kind of floundering, without a clear goal. My mental breakdown / burn-out in the last month was largely fueled by the fact that I've made training my number one priority, and the concurrent realization that I'm just not that good. It's kind of like, what's the point? I still want to be on the Regionals team, but I recognize that the possibility of that is slipping farther and farther away each year, despite my own personal improvements. I refuse to have my only goal be dependent on others. I refuse to get competitive with my friends and begrudge their successes because they overshadow mine. I refuse to be content with mediocrity. I love training. I love the person I've become since prioritizing training. And, I'm addicted to PRs.
But, still. What's next?
I'm kind of floundering, without a clear goal. My mental breakdown / burn-out in the last month was largely fueled by the fact that I've made training my number one priority, and the concurrent realization that I'm just not that good. It's kind of like, what's the point? I still want to be on the Regionals team, but I recognize that the possibility of that is slipping farther and farther away each year, despite my own personal improvements. I refuse to have my only goal be dependent on others. I refuse to get competitive with my friends and begrudge their successes because they overshadow mine. I refuse to be content with mediocrity. I love training. I love the person I've become since prioritizing training. And, I'm addicted to PRs.
But, still. What's next?