How did I get here?

The year was 2010 and I was a skinny and scared private in the US Army, heading to Afghanistan. My company was tasked with working for the NATO training mission, helping to build the Afghan Army, a task that nearly ten years later appears to have been very fruitful (sarcasm). While the days were long, my job was about as safe as you can get for an infantryman, and we had enough down time to chain smoke, read, and of course hit the gym. I was always somewhat insecure about myself, and lacked confidence in a variety of areas, and I saw the muscularity of some of my peers and wanted to try to achieve that myself.

I had no idea what I was doing in the gym, and was essentially following the instructions on the exercise machines, and training almost exclusively my upper body. After a month or so of trying to figure things out on my own (and ordering an excessive amount of supplements off bodybuilding.com) I began training with one of my friends in the platoon. He was an imposing figure (until you saw his legs) and he had a better idea of what to do than I. We spent the next eleven months training for three hours a day, six days a week (not a single squat was done). What my program, if you can call it that, lacked in structure and balance was made up for in the intensity we trained and the amount of food we ate. Over the course of my deployment I went from 175to 200 lbs, and certainly increased my strength and confidence. I for the first time found an internal stillness that I can only tap into while training. When in the midst of a workout, the world drops away, the ego dissipates and all that is left is the task at hand, and for the first time the world appeared without the blinding layers of my neuroticism.

Upon returning from Afghanistan I kept up my routine, but the addition of mandatory physical training in the morning quickly brought my bodyweight down from the heights it reached on deployment. The gym became a habit, an obsession, not from the results I was trying to achieve, but with the process of training itself. I began to realize that my methodology was not the most efficient way to conduct training, and I began to look for new information to further my strength. Around this same time, I was promoted to sergeant and was tasked with writing workouts for my squads daily training sessions. I owed it to them to create a quality program, afterall fitness in the infantry means life or death. I began to drift our morning workouts away from long distance running and into “functional” training with kettlebells, jumps, sprints and plenty of body weight workouts. And thus it went for the better part of a year, functional training and running in the morning and bodybuilding style splits in the afternoon. (still…no squats).

Toward the end of my time in the Army, I began a program focused around the big three (squat, bench, deadlift) as I had reached a stalling point with the split style training. I began to do full body workouts, with progressive overload, after reading about the idea of linear periodization. I was blown away. Not only was the training harder and heavier, but progress was no longer measured by the look in the mirror but the weight on the bar. My obsession was renewed, I wanted to be the strongest I could possibly be. It was at this time I first witnessed the the performance of the Olympic lifts. Strength training inherently made more sense than physique training, I appreciated the simplicity. You master the movements, and add weight, no gimmicks, just simple hard work. When you being to follow a strength program your concerns about how you look wash away, and you are left with a feeling of accomplishment at the end of each workout. I lifted five more pounds, I did two more reps, it was simple. I had found my home.

Upon my exit from the Army, I wanted to learn how to do the Olympic lifts. I joined a CrossFit gym and I learned the basics of the movements. For the first time had help with developing my technique in all aspects of lifting (something that was severely lacking). I knew fitness and nutrition were what I wanted to study; therefore, I began a program focused on nutrition and exercise science at the University of New Mexico where I graduated in 2015. Eventually the gym I attended started a Olympic lifting program, and I immediately abandoned my crossfitting and threw myself wholeheartedly into Weightlifting.  The technical difficulty of the lifts and training was unmatched for quieting my mind. More importantly though, it began to give my life structure outside the gym. I focused on eating right, doing mobility work, and getting to bed early. My single minded focus allowed for my insecurity about social relationships, physical appearance, and demands of society to drift away. This left only the task at hand, adding one more kilogram to the bar. I had structure. I had routine. I had a passion. I had freedom.

I began working as a CrossFit coach in 2013, and soon after attended my USAW level one seminar so I could begin assisting to coach in the very program I had grown up in. I trained as much as I could, read every article I could find about Weightlifting, listened to hundreds of hours of podcasts, and focused all my research in school around lifting performance. When the time came that our current head coach was moving, I was ready to step in and take over as the head Weightlifting coach. Beginning with coaching at as many local meets as I could, I slowly but surely began having athletes achieve high enough results to attend National level weightlifting meets. My passions began to shift as my athletes abilities  quickly began to exceed my own. Coaching the lifts became my priority.

And here we are at the beginning the next chapter. Albuquerque Strength Academy will serve as the home for continuing to develop lifters of all ages, and skill levels. We will ask you for hard work, you will experience joy and pain, and through the process we will aid you in achieving your strength goals. I want you to feel the inner calm and belonging that training has brought me. Society will try to impose its values and priorities upon you but you needn’t give in. We live in a world that lacks objective meaning, and thus, we are free to decide what is truly important. There is freedom in the practice.  Come train with us, and discover yourself.

You Missed A Lift, So What

How many lifts do you take during a session? During a week? During a month? During a year? Some people act like a missed lift is the end of the world. They start to pout, and each successive lift gets less and less intentional and you can see the inner toddler who isn’t getting their way start to emerge. They get defeated, start the negative self-talk, and pretty much start giving up. I’ve been that lifter before, hell, I’ve been that person in general. There is a point you have to reach, where you realize that kind of mentality isn’t productive. You have to learn to let it go, whether the lift was successful or not. Either the lift went over your head, or it didn’t, you can’t change the result after. You can’t change the past, and that lift is in the past. The lift you are about to attempt is the only one that matters, because that’s the one you have control over. No more pouting if your session isn’t going well. No more negative self-talk. No more giving up. You’ll get another chance. Treat a lift like your life depends on making it but remember that life goes on no matter the outcome. In the grand scheme of things, and the many reps you still have waiting for you…you missed a lift, so what.