Sometimes you have to chase a dream that no one can see but you


powerlift why


I have lost a lot of friends over the past few years. Some didn’t understand my sudden change of lifestyle, some I simply just grew apart from, and some just I chose to distance myself from. As I kept evolving into my current lifestyle of heavy lifting and being a powerlifting athlete, I started to take notice just how many people I didn’t speak to anymore. Did it bother me a little bit at first? Yes. But I realize now that not everyone is going to support you. Many will even try to bring you down, but when you have a dream, a vision for yourself, you chase it no matter how many people you lose along the way.


Something that lights up your eyes, makes your pulse race, and fills your body with every single emotion you have ever felt all at once. That’s how I would describe passion. Now that I know what it feels like to be in love, I would compare it to that. Like falling in love, your passion kind of just happens. I was not searching for powerlifting (nor was I searching for love) when both came into my life. I was content with bodybuilding and enjoying life after prepping for a fitness competition when I noticed Josh incorporating powerlifting into his training. I was curious, simply because up until then I had only ever done 3 sets of 10-12 reps for every single exercise in my life. He was only doing 6 reps? Sometimes 3 reps? How was that beneficial? He was SO strong and at that time I was simply focused on how I looked. I was strong for what I was doing, sure, but that was not my goal in training. I wanted abs, a teeny waist, and defined arms and legs. I didn’t really care how much I could lift. Not to mention I always thought of powerlifters being these HUGE, scary looking people.

Fast forward to November 2014. At this time I was going to the gym with no set plan. I was creating new workouts and having some fun, but there was no structure and no end goal (besides the abs). It was Thanksgiving Day and Josh was deadlifting. I remember specifically him telling me “You won’t do it.” and pointed to the barbell loaded with 225lbs. Being the competitive girl that I am, I went over and deadlifted it effortlessly. That moment, seeing how strong and capable my body was, was the very moment I fell in love with powerlifting. I went home, did a bunch of research and found all of these beautiful female powerlifters who soon had become my new role models. I created a DUP program for myself and got to work the beginning of that next week. Suddenly, it wasn’t about what I looked like. I didn’t care about having abs or being shredded. All I could focus on was lifting heavy and doing better each day that I trained.

I have not looked back since that day. A lot has changed in my life- moving across the country, new friendships, the end of old friendships, and running a business full-time, however powerlifting (and Josh) are what remain constant. Someone asked me the other day, “Why do you do that?” referring to powerlifting. My answer was simply that I love it. I had nothing else to say and didn’t feel the need to explain myself like I did when someone asked me why I was torturing myself prepping for a fitness competition. Powerlifting lets me escape from the world, gives me the most confidence I have ever had, has taught me consistency and perseverance, and lights a fire within me that nothing else has even come close to before. I have not missed a training session and every single day I mentally prepare for it knowing that it’s going to be both a mental and physical challenge, but that I can do it. Some people don’t understand it, some never will, but the important thing is to never let outsiders stop you from doing what you love. It’s not for them to understand, its for you.