My competition was last weekend and boy was it a whirlwind. Up until the competition I was running around like a crazy person trying to get things ready.
The actual competition day was exciting. I came to my coach’s house for her to do my make-up while her friend did my hair. From there, I went to the competition location (only 15 min. away) for the athletes meeting. Once the meeting was over I headed back stage to get another coat of mud (tanner). My tan had gotten really blotchy over night so I was freaking out about how it would look on stage but they assured me no one would be able to tell.
With tan on I headed back to the hallway (our backstage area) to put on my suit, jewelry and robe and then wait for my turn and wait and wait and wait. There was a lot of waiting. The competition started at 11am but I didn’t go on stage until after 1:30. About 20 min before It was my turn to go on stage I got my glaze on and my stylist sprayed the sh1t out of my hair so that it looked ginormous.
When it was finally my turn to go on stage I was so nervous/ excited. The things my coach had said to me in our posing sessions stuck in my head: smile, pretend like you are having the best day of your life, eye f@ck the judges. So I did and I got out there and I rocked it. I got into my place on the side stage and was beaming with confidence. Then, my number was called FIRST! I was the first one called for first call backs and they set me up in the middle spot, which usually means you won first place. I was ecstatic! I could not stop smiling. I strutted off the stage and immediately texted my husband and my coach.
There were a few hours between the pre-judging and the night show (where they hand out awards) so I went home to see Cyrus. Sadly, I think my extreme make-up tan and hair scared him because he would not even come near me. The time went quickly and in what felt like a few minutes, I had to rush back to the competition for another athletes meeting and then…. more waiting. Since most of the judging was done in the morning show, I was not as nervous as I was before but I kept thinking that I would win and worrying about how I would do in the overall.
When They lined us up for the night show, we were out of order and there was one girl in front of me. I kept hoping that I would still win and that maybe she was just in front of me for suspense but they ended up calling me as the runner up. I was still ecstatic. My trophy was a sword.
Walking off the stage I was on cloud 9…. finally able to eat what I wanted to, finally able to shower and finally having won! After pictures and congratulations with my coach I went to ask the judges for feed back. It seems the consensus was that I still need to build muscle.
Well, I really thought that competing in this one show would cure my itch, but since I placed so high I now have new found confidence and would like to keep going. My plan now is to gain muscle until the national qualifier in November. So far I plan to lift heavy and eat about 200 calories above maintenance. Let me know if you have any other tips.
more competition posts to come!