Miracle number one: I managed to find knee high socks that fit over my gargantuan calves.
(No, seriously. My calves are a good 16.5" around. Tall boots - much like front squats - are my nemesis, and I was concerned I would need to find plus size knee socks.)
I learned quickly to wear something that covers my legs when I do deadlifts, because otherwise you end up with banged up shins. Hence, the three-for-$20ish deal for colorful tube socks at American Apparel.
Miracle number two:
Oh, what's that? Oh, nothing. JUST A NUMBER IN THE 200'S NEXT TO MY NAME.
For the last handful of weeks, I end up running out of time before I get anywhere near my max, so I hadn't been sure exactly what I was capable of with deadlifts. I know they're my strongest lift, and I know my grip starts to get shaky around 160lbs, but that's it. Tonight, I lucked out. I started higher - 95lbs - and made bigger jumps, so I got up to 215 before I had to stop.
95, 125, 155, 195, 215. YES. 215lbs. I'm stupid excited about this.
(Check out Fran and Josh. Now THAT is some deadlifting.)
(Oh, and that 14? It's because I fell out of the same handstand TWICE in 20 seconds. Fail fail fail.)