First let me say I was very excited to see 5 female bodybuilders competing yesterday, they didn’t divide us up in classes so we were all in one class. That was not the biggest issue, I knew I was in trouble at prejudging when everyone including judges and expeditors knew the other girls by name. Lot’s of high 5′s……..then one girl that they held the whole thing up for cause they couldn’t find her…….she’s being called on her phone…….you get the picture. Finally she’s runs back stage, still has her sweats on, no #, no oil……………..we all have to wait till this is done????? Hmmmmmm that should have been my first sign. Then on stage they pull us off cause I was having a Janet Jackson moment ; ) I felt confident in the pkg I brought, I was good with 2nd cause even though I felt like I should win, I 5’1″ the other girls were 5’7″ or taller so I knew it could go either way.
Finals: same girl, can’t get in fucking line with the rest of us……..everything is being held up for this one chick. Now I know why, she got 2nd and I got 3rd………….REALLY? I didn’t know it was ok for my stomach to lap over my suit, I would have gone and got me some beer and wings before the show. This is why when I did races I would always think about when I was a bodybuilder and laugh to myself cause all that hard work came up to judges…………..and racing…………………well it’s you and the clock baby, the clock doesn’t know anybody’s name.
Lot’s of decisions have to be made now, I have a daughter getting married next month……..but now I’ve got to find another national qualifier to go to before Nov. one more stress in my life I did not need.
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