In all the years I’ve been in an on-again-off-again relationship with the gym, I had never performed a deadlift.
That changed tonight and, honestly, I was actually pretty nervous going in. Not so much because of the exercise itself – I was pretty sure I had watched enough videos and done enough reading to get the lift done – but because it’s a kind of departure from the kind of lifting I had ever done.
I felt like I was walking into a different world, and it didn’t help that I had to walk in to the CrossFit section of the gym for the first time to do it.
Luckily the traffic was really light in that room, and there was more than enough room for everyone to fully keep to themselves.
I was slightly uneasy for the first half of the sets, expecting that at any time someone was going to walk up and tell me I was using the room, the equipment, or my lower back incorrectly. No one did.
I also thought I was going to hate the lift. Watching other people do it, their faces about to pop off their heads with the effort, never seemed at all appealing to me. What’s more, any machines or equipment I’ve used in lieu of the barbell felt incredibly unnatural, and harder than I could imagine it should be.
Didn’t hate it. In fact, I loved it. My lifts were nothing to write home about but, like all lifts I start for the first time, especially at this newbie gains phase, I expect the numbers to go north steadily for a while.
PR (since it was my first time): 3 reps @ 175