If you’re a “Life with my Bodybuilder” aficionado, you’ll remember that, but a week ago, on Tuesday June 18th of the year 2013, Chris insulted my squatting. To reacquaint yourself with this emotional plunder, click here.
After Chris defenestrated my squatting pride, we agreed to tape my squats sometime in the future and to analyze the video together.
Today was the day.
I agreed last night to leave our apartment at 9 am this morning to go to the gym with Chris.
At 8:40 am, Chris hovered by the door, wrestling shoe clad, lifting bag and water bottle in hand, ready to bust down the door like an exuberant terrier puppy needing to whiz.
We’d said we would leave at 9 am. Fine Chris. 9 am means 8:40 am. I can’t fight a rollicking puppy. At 8:42 am, I grudgingly zipped on my own wrestling shoes, grabbed gym-related items, and let him out to pee in the bushes. By which I mean, we then left for the gym.
At the gym, I dragged myself ruefully to the squat rack, bracing for the sob-inducing criticism that was sure to soon befall me.
I slowly warmed-up.
Finally, the moment of truth: Chris stood beside me, camera in hand.
I squatted. I squatted again. I squatted again. I squatted again. And finally, I squatted again.
After squatting, squatting, squatting, squatting, and squatting, the set of five was complete. I racked the bar. I walked out of the rack. I turned to Chris. And non-nonchalantly he said: “Those looked good.” Followed by, “I’m not sure what I was seeing before.”
Glory, glory Hallelujah!
I made him watch and tape another set. After watching this set he said, “That looked textbook.” which maybe wasn’t really a compliment because textbooks don’t always show correct squat form (and the people in the pictures are always wearing super squishy bounce-mobile aerobics shoes) but I think he meant it as a compliment. Which means…
My squat is back. I am a good squatter, Chris certified.
So what gives? Was Chris just a jerk before when he criticized my squats? Did oh, I don’t know, my posting on my blog how he’d destroyed me emotionally cause him to change his tune?
Nope. I changed my squats. I listened to what he’d said about my being too “bouncy” (see previous post) and changed my squats to focus on being “not bouncy” when he was taping me.
I think the form he observed previously was a bit of me showing off to myself what I could do with such a light weight (ha! you’re nothing light weight! I can squat butt to heals and bounce up to the sky with you!) and really, that was stupid of me. If I’m bopping around with the weight that much, um, maybe that’s a pretty clear sign that it’s time for me to lift a heavier weight.
So thank you Chris. Thank you for showing me the fallacy of my hubristic squatting ways. You’re still the good man I knew you to be.
You want to see my squats from this morning don’t you? Read through all my garbage just to get to the video huh? Here you go!
(Note: Chris taped two full sets of me. You only get to see the one set that he taped from the side. The one he taped from the back, no one will ever see, ever. My squatting butt viewed from behind is not something that, with full sanity, I can ever post on the internet. If Chris ever starts his own blog, “Life with my Fiance who Enjoys Life with her Bodybuilder who is Me” then maybe he can post the video, but for now, it’s side view only. Anyway… Enjoy!)