Marilia’s Powerlifting Blog

In Hogwarts, no professor lasted long enough teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. It is pretty tough, we must admit. Unfortunately, having attended traditional muggle K-12 in my own country and in the United States have prevented me from having any instruction at all in this amazing and extraordinary field.

I reckon I must have needed its techniques a number of times during my professional life. Who hasn’t? Who hasn’t interacted with mediocre and envious people and felt that funny feeling on back of your neck? Everybody who is not a professional vampire, right? With time, you get used to it. If you are incompetent against them like me, you learn to try and keep away, or else just let them suck the least possible amount of blood, but you know some of it they’ll drink. They are good … you are a sucker.

Recently I’ve learned that also in small, amateur, extremely deprived, hard to practice, dungeon-like gym sports such as ours (in my case, powerlifting, a typical working class sport in Brazil), we also have little vampires!

And I’ve only been around for six months … six short little months from day one, when I first said “hi to an Olympic bar and found it really artistic that all the disks had different colors (not kidding).

Really, I don’t even have motor units sufficiently stimulated to exert maximum effort … just starting to learn. And there comes this lady, who, for some reason that escapes my na¯ve mind, and decides I am spoiling her (totally self-attributed) status as the great powerlifting star in the country. She is probably the only lifter in the country with enough personal financial resources to attend international meets, she is a master athlete and: well, she has climbed her way to a very doubtful “top in this sport we are struggling to establish in the country.

We clashed a number of times: whenever I am trying to persuade corporate representatives to support our social program at Paraisopolis (www.paraisopolispower.org ), she interferes and tries to divert his attention to her own “needs (needs???) for sponsorship. Yes: we are definitely at different trenches of the same (political and social) war.

Funny thing is: whenever she is present, something weird happens to me: She trains at a fancy gym at a high income neighborhood, but yesterday she was there, parasitizing us at Parais³polis. Well: I had just done some warm-up movements with 60kg, laid on the bench for a first very light lift of 65kg, hadn’t even TOUCHED the bar and felt a funny painful cramp on the deltoid. Thought to myself: “must be innocent, I’ll press anyway. It was very, very light, just a load test with 65kg. I don’t know what happened, but I got injured.

At the South American Champs I was prepared to press 82kg. Had trained for that. Was prepared for that. Missed the 67,5kg! And then the 75kg!

I don’t believe in anything supernatural … not up to now. But this creature does twist things the wrong way when she is around. Worst of all is that everyone told me she has an “issue with me.

What I really need now is not good training … this, I have. I need a good WITCH HUNTER! hahahaha

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