|1/9/2010 8:07:42 PM -
Night before my first BBing Show
Here it is, the night before my first bodybuilding show. I didn't really have much anxiety leading up to this point, but in the last day or two, I started feeling some.
At this point, I feel more rested and generally better physically than I have in months. In a way, I was expecting to suffer in the day or two before the competition. So I'm left with a strange feeling of guilt almost, as if I didn't do enough to prepare. I know that this is illogical, and it only makes sense that I should feel rested and re-fueled right now. But I can't help it.
Strangely, I don't even really feel cravings at this point. Rice cakes, peanut butter, NY strip and ground bison are damn tasty even without salt. Splenda on the rice cakes and peanut butter is yummy though. :-)
I'm sure that the dehydration tomorrow that will carry over into the next day (for a photo shoot) will make me feel crappy enough, haha.
I also learned recently that each competitor must go through a posing routine. This organization emails you all the final details 1 week out from competition. I'm not too worried. I have some music in mind and I'll probably just go through the mandatories.
What's going through my mind right now is that I'm not lean, dry, or big enough. But I've done all that I can and followed the exact protocol all the way through. There's nothing more I could have done.
I've got a delightful pizza waiting for me in the fridge for the morning. It's from Lombardi's, regarded by some as the best pizza in NY. It's the first pizza place in NYC and Zagat calls it the best pizza, so I'm clearly excited. It's got meatballs, sausages, ricotta cheese, anchovies, mushrooms, parmesan, and some other things I can't remember. Have a 5" pecan pie and a few cookie containers for after the competition. I promise this is the last time I talk like a food freak for a while.
Didn't think I'd be able to get to sleep till after midnight, but it's 9:20PM and I'm tired. Last meal and I'm off to sleep.
See you on the other side.
dreaming of pizza,