I am officially cursed.
Before the Northern Masters back in Feb, I did my back in. Then the gym in Cardiff retired their broken bumpers making it virtually impossible to train. Now, just before the BWLA Masters Weightlifting Championships this Saturday, I’ve hurt my shoulder and have been unable to train for a week. Marvellous!
To be honest, there’s no hope of me winning anyway, but it would have been nice not to have bombed out. I have to open at 70kg Snatch and 95kg Clean and Jerk, which are at the edge of what I can do on a good day. I’ve only got the 70kg snatch 3 out of about 35 attempts in practice this month for example, which is a shambles really.
Still, I’m off to sunny Lilleshall National Sports Centre, near Newport in Shropshire (not Newport Gwent where I’m going from!) early on Saturday morning with a smile on my face and a skip in my step. Feel free to come along and spectate if you have nothing better to do.
