Competing at the NPC Jr. USA’s
Well, I just got back to my hotel room from the prejudging of the NPC Jr USA’s. I think it went very well, and I feel good about how I should place in my height class. I am in Class “C” which is 5′2″ to 5′4″, and I come in exactly at 5′4″. Thank goodness, because the tall classes are REALLY competitive! I have never been so glad to be short! Haha!
Seriously, a couple of the girls in the tall classes are major fitness models already, in all the big magazines in ads for supplement companies, and one is the reigning Miss Fitness Bikini America. And she is awesome, just beautiful. Her name is Marzia Prince. A girl that is in the Class D, which is the next height up from me, just won a show up in Pittsburgh. Her name is Jamie Baird, and she is one of the nicest and most outgoing women I have ever met at a contest. I just loved her! I hope they both do well, which they should. If we all win our respective classes, then we will go head to head in a posedown for the Overall title. The Overall Winner and the First Runner Up, both get their “pro card” which means you are eligible to compete for money in the IFBB shows in 2010. Cool!
One of the best things about these shows, which I keep saying, is how nice everyone is and how many new friends I get to make. I met a wonderful girl from Colorado named Barbie, appropriately! She is in the Figure division. Everyone just gets along so well backstage and help each other out. One poor girl was having a terrible time with her tanning, so I ended up giving her my Jan Tana bottle and letting her use it. If I had been in the same situation, someone would have done that for me. Everyone respects each other, because there is SO MUCH work—HARD work–that goes into it: heavy workouts, cardio, dieting, etc etc, for many months, even years.
And all that work comes down to 10 seconds on stage. Seriously, that’s all we got. For Bikini, they wanted us to go out on our individual walk, do a front pose, spin to do a back pose, and then walk off to the side. Literally 10 seconds of time to make your best impression. And then they do bring us back out as a class for comparison, but that lasted maybe 60 seconds for my class. Michael commented that it sure was a whole lot of time and money invested for such an amazingly short time on stage.
True, but it is so much more than that. Regardless of the opinions of people who I have never met and will maybe never see again, I have pushed myself further than I knew I could go. I feel great. I am supremely confident every day. I don’t worry about how my clothes fit or how I look. I have overcome the illnesses, tumors and respiratory conditions that used to torment me continually. My skin and hair are the best they have ever been. So it’s not about the 10 seconds on stage. It’s about being the best that I can be on a daily basis. And if I don’t get out there and compare myself against other beautiful fit ladies, then I will never know just how far I can go. I would be complacent and comfortable with where I am, instead of realizing that I have so much more inside me than I ever knew. And by reaching further and further in fitness, I am so thrilled to be reaching new heights of happiness, vibrant health, and confidence. Forget the contests, it’s all a comparison game that is completely dependent on who shows up and how the judges are feeling that day. It would be a different outcome tomorrow. It’s about the ultimate competition–with myself.
I was just telling Michael–I LOVE competing. I just love it! I know that’s weird, because the contests are stressful, and not really healthy at all. I do a weird diet, I paint myself with toxic chemicals that normally I wouldn’t touch with a 10-foot-pole (Would somebody PLEASE invent a holistic Competition Tanning Product!!?????!!), and go through hours of waiting and getting ready. But I just love it. It’s fun, and the girls are great. Plus it’s cool to go through the Expos and see all the cute workout wear and products available. I wish I could buy some of the cute workout wear, but they want frickin’ ninety dollars for workout pants! WTH???? Ninety bucks for something to sweat in? I checked the numbers, but I hadn’t won the lottery, so I just admired them and went on.
We go back for the meeting at 6PM for the Night Show. The judging is already done. I am holding out a vision of victory. And if the judges are looking for a different look than I presented—oh well. It’s OK. I am still proud and happy, and had a fantastic time.
Oh, and by the way, most of the girls in my Bikini class were complaining about how they were getting close to, or just turned, 30! Give me a break! I just turned 40, so they are babies! I seriously think I am the oldest competitor here. I told them they could look forward to getting better and better, and that the older they get, the less estrogen they have to deal with! 
Blessings, love and light!
Be Defiant!
Christy
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