The competition hall buzzed with anticipation as athletes and spectators filled the space, the air thick with excitement and the faint scent of chalk. You stood near the warm-up area, focusing on your breathing and stretching your muscles. Today was a big day – another deadlift competition, and you were ready to give it your all.

Simon, your ever-supportive husband, was by your side, meticulously checking and double-checking everything. He had a natural talent for organization and made sure that every detail was perfect, from your equipment to your nutrition and hydration.

“How are you feeling, love?” he asked, his voice calm and reassuring. He handed you a bottle of water, his eyes full of encouragement.

“I’m a bit nervous,” you admitted, taking a sip of the water. “But I feel strong. I’m ready.”

Simon smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve got this. Just focus on your form and remember all the training you’ve put in. I’m here for you, every step of the way.”

As the competition progressed, Simon stayed close, offering support and ensuring everything ran smoothly. He helped you warm up, adjusted your lifting belt, and made sure you had the right amount of chalk on your hands. His presence was a calming force, a reminder that you weren’t alone in this journey.

When your name was called, signaling it was your turn to lift, Simon gave you a final, encouraging nod. “Go show them what you’re made of.”