This vlog is me being a full-on chaotic supportive girlfriend at Calvin’s FIRST Toronto powerlifting meet (OPA/CPU) while he’s literally terrified and I’m hyping him up anyway. We roll in with way too many bags (why did he bring extra??), the venue lowkey smells like piss, and I’m just trying to keep the vibes up while everyone’s cutting weight, talking numbers, and acting like tendonitis isn’t out here ruining lives. Calvin weighed in at 80.6kg that morning, and I’m basically narrating the whole “meet day panic” experience in real time. I’m meeting other lifters, talking weight classes, joking around, and watching the lifts go down—slow and steady, white lights, all that. Calvin almost bombed out on squats (RIP, I was stressed), but he didn’t, and then he came back and got white lights on everything else and even hit PRs. By the end we’re both absolutely dead—like that specific post-meet tired where you’ve been on your feet all day and your brain is fried—but I’m still so proud of my bb because he showed up, survived, and proved he can do this.