Wonder Woman

So now that I am in my 6th month of training I assume it's time I start a blog, since afterall, that IS what all the cool weightlifters are doing. For my first post I guess I should talk a little about myself? Ah, who am I kidding, they're all going to be about me; this is a Lindsay Taylor blogspot, but what I guess I'm trying to say is the first one should be about what you're getting yourself into by reading my blog and what you're going to have to look forward to in the future posts. So without any further adue, here we go....

                                                    Lindsay Taylor,
                           The One They Call Wonder Woman

I'd like to think the whole Wonder Woman phenomenon all started because of my uncanny ability to wear spandex or posibly even the similarities we share as far as our hair, legs, and...well I guess just hair and legs (dang it)! But I think it goes a little deeper than all of that. My super hero story started almost six months ago, on a hot summer day in August, when I first walked through the red double doors of Cal Strength in San Ramon. I came into this story as a CrossFitter. Now, I wasn't what I'd call a "juice drinker" but I was pretty decent at it and above all I was really really enjoying it. Shortly after sitting down at Cal Strength I met Glenn Pendlay, and at the time I had no idea what this man was about to do to change my life. I think it took Glenn maybe about 5 minutes to be curious as to what I was doing there, another 2 minutes to get a wooden dowel in my hands, and about 15 seconds to decide that he wanted me to stop whatever it was I was doing and become a weightlifter! Back and forth we conversed about the possibilities I had in the sport and the potential he thought I possesed. Taking in what he had said and instantly being intrigued I shortly after started my training with Coach Pendlay (still secretly as a CrossFitter). He began to take me with all my years of athletics: high school basketball, track and field, softball (both HS and Division I college) and a few years of working out on my own and CrossFitting and started to mold all that into a competitive weightlifter. In my very first practice with Glenn I think I snatched 67kg and clean and jerked something like 82kg. He saw what he kept referring to as potential, I just kept feeling throbbing pains in what I'll just refer to as my ovaries! After a week, I was stuffing my pants with pieces of turf and pushing on. Maybe that was Wonder Woman? Purple had started to become a very flatering color on me, and thank goodness too because it didn't seem like it was going away anytime soon. Weeks went on and I started competing in a few local meets. It wasn't long before I was officially hooked, officially dropping the title of CrossFitter and officially kipping my last pull up. Now all I want to do is LIFT!

With the heart of an athlete it seems like competition is my biggest addiction and winning is my drug of choice. I want to win like the guy on the corner wants his next high. Maybe that's Wonder Woman? In my second meet I took gold, third meet won money, and forth meet became 3rd in the NATION! Maybe that is Wonder Woman? On Fridays I lift against my teammates to get stronger, both with the bar and in my head. It's sometimes a good thing I'm used to pounds because I look at the bar and just think the colors are pretty and not necessarily that they're heavy. My kilo math is getting quicker, hopefully my butt under the bar will catch on and join in on that quickness too? In practice I load the bar with totals it takes to win, whether I can really lift them or not, and then pull like hell to put them over my head. That is deffinately Wonder Woman!

I don't like to show fear, or maybe I really am fearless? I tell my daughter, Jayden, all the time, "Mom isn't scared of anything!" to help ease her dread of the dark, funny noises, and the crazy notion that there are zombies out to get us (thanks dad). At least to her I'm Wonder Wo-MOM, fearless and strong! She tells me she wants to be like me when she grows up! (if only all my fans were four!)

So here we are 6 months later and not even on to our next chapter. My best lifts are an 86kg snatch and a 102kg clean and jerk in training and 84/100 in competition. My goal is set on a 200kg total and my hopes are to hit it at Nationals in March 2012! My dreams are what every other strong weightlifters dreams are, to someday walk off the platform wearing a gold medal around my neck, sporting the colors of our lady country and crying my eyes out at as they wrap me with our flag and play our country's song.

I never want to forget this chapter though, this is where I start. This is where I put in the work, the time, the pain, the blood, sweat, and the tears. Never forget where you started, it's like forgetting who you are or where you come from. It's like forgetting your name. It makes you who you are today and lays the foundation for all that you have to become tomorrow. I am Lindsay (Eaton) Taylor, daughter of Janet Stringer and Larry Eaton from small town Cuba, Missouri. I have the best family in the world! I am a mother, a wife, and a business owner. I am surrounded by the best team of guys anyone could ever ask for. I love to smile, make every situation positive, wear flip flops, and have an uncanny ability to wear spandex! I surround myself with the best because I want to be the best! I have a Coach who believes in me, is happy for me when I hit PRs, hugs me, and then tells me to add more weight! I am a Cal Strength soldier, a follower of Attitude Nation, and Donny Shankle's biggest fan! I am a strong, beautiful babe with a barbell....I am WONDER WOMAN!