I fasted in the AM for the weigh in, and ended up weighing in at 56.65, wayyy lighter than I had anticipated, so I definitely could have eaten breakfast before that.
I opened with a 44 kg snatch -- lower than my original plan. Made it. Next: 48, which would be a new PR. Missed it. Shooot. Came back and made 48 for the third. I was soooo set on getting at least 50; I went back in the warm up room and said that out load, and in response coach said, "OK, I'll give you one shot to try 50." So I gave 50 a shot in the warm up room and made it. It was unfortunate that it didn't count for my total ...
I royally killed my c&j. It was kinda disappointing, because those are usually so solid for me. I opened at 59, which should have been any easy weight. Cleaned it fine, then for some reason on my jerk, I clipped my chin. That surprised me more than anything, so I dropped the weight. That REALLY threw me for a loop, not making 59, so I tried it again, missed, did it a 3rd time, barely made the clean, but managed to finish the lift. It was so cool having everyone cheering me on, I don't think I could have finished the lift without everyone. That's what I like about the lifting community, it's so supportive.
Melanie was there, not competing, but lifting, so that was inspiring as usual.
I ended up getting a medal in my weightclass, as well as a goofy award -- a lightbulb, because I "have bright things ahead," so that was cute.
Went to the BBQ afterwards, which was quite fun and relaxing. As we were leaving, I said goodbye to John Thrush. His parting words: "You're the next one."
I'll leave it at that for ya'll to ponder :)
PS -- I'll post pics/vids when I get them uploaded!