Brawn, Pomp, and Blood

A gonzo meet report. A friend invited me to their first powerlifting meet. It had been years since I, cloistered in the gorgeous Rocky Mountains, had witnessed this kind of spectacle. Years more since my last competition. They call them meets, borrowing from track and field, where athletes can be seen running, jumping, and throwing… athletic feats, the opposite of what happens in this so-called…