Progress or not progress…
Well, here I am AGAIN on competition day. Never got around to updating my blog after the last one – have been MEGA busy with work, family, training….!
It was an experience to say the least – the dream tan, the heat from all the bodies, the waiting around, the stage – EVERYTHING! I did enjoy it although I was SO nervous and apprehensive and I know I could’ve done better but it’s a learning curve and as a fellow competitor said, “it’s a marathon not a sprint!” It takes time, dedication, energy (that you sometimes don’t have), willpower (which you also sometimes don’t have!) and understanding from yourself and those around you!
I entered into the athletic figure category, which is a new NABBA class – the field was immense – there were 15 other girls on stage and they were just amazing! I didn’t get placed (but I never expected to anyway – not lean enough for this game still!), but I will……one day!!
So, here I am, sat on my sofa waiting to get ready for my next competition – the NRGFuel British Classic. It was touch and go whether I would do this one as I’ve had a horrible week. Those that follow me on Facebook will have seen my posts. My husband has been in hospital with a suspected infected insect bite on his knee – ended up having surgery under general anaesthetic, 3 days in hospital and is now home (thankfully) resting up! I’m a worrier you see, so this type of thing knocks me for six.
However, I got this far and although I think our birthday surprise trip to Disneyland Paris for our daughter was my demise (too much of the wrong food), I’ll don my bikini and heels again today to be judged by people who don’t know me for Adam. It’s probably not the best sport I could’ve picked to try – being bullied at school (as some of you may know) for being a fat kid damaged me mentally – I don’t see myself as “tiny”, I see myself as “Rhino”! So as you can imagine, the fact that I am actually getting on stage AGAIN in a bikini is a massive deal for me. I just wish that lad who bullied me could see me now but also I really wish that he knew how hurtful and damaging he has being to me (and my oldest friend too) my whole life! 20 years on and I still remember the pain he caused, me sat on my own crying at lunchtime in primary school, telling the teachers I wasn’t hungry because the lad had just bullied me. I hope this never happens to my daughter (and I hope she doesn’t bully anyone either).
Anyway enough of my woe……I wasn’t born on a Wednesday, I was born on a Saturday and it’s true – Saturdays child DOES work hard for a living (my husband was born on a Monday…..true again – Monday’s child is fair of face!)
Wish me luck guys as I’m on stage this afternoon. I WILL post photos this time – I promise!