THE BIG DAY!!! MY 17 WEEK PREPARATION FOR MY FIRST EVER WNBF PHILIPPINES PHYSIQU…
THE BIG DAY!!! MY 17 WEEK PREPARATION FOR MY FIRST EVER WNBF PHILIPPINES PHYSIQUE COMPETITION (PART DOS)
So I am going to go ’Memento’ on your psyche right now (apologies to the millennials for the old movie reference). Yes, this is part two, jumping on to the day of the show, I just want to make my occasional blabber a little exciting for you readers out there, at least all three of you; Radha-my trusted unpaid and under recognized proof reader, myself and hopefully one more. I was thinking, there is not a lot of twist to my story anyway, just like watching the ‘the passion of the Christ’ or ‘Jose Rizal’. The show concluded with me getting in the fourth place, shy of third and ahead of fifth, yes fourth, fourth and victorious! Let us start in the morning, like really early morning. I did not get a lot of sleep that night, I think I got a shuteye around 12:30 in the morning and woke up 2 hours later with my heart beating so fast of anxiousness, excitement, thirst and hunger. Did I tell you I have been off, rather restricted of carbs, sodium and H2O roughly since Wednesday of the the week leading to the Saturday morning show? My macros, sodium and H20 intake were measured to the gills with every minute detail monitored depending on my body’s response to them. We are all built different, so unique that even Siamese twins are never the same. I know genetically that I am leaning towards endo-mesomorph body type and that my body is quite sensitive to carbs. My body reacts to it so bad that the sight of rice makes me bloat. To look tighter, I cut carbs way ahead of all my macros early on that week and along with controlling my H2O and sodium (I’ll discuss the basis of this later). I can say that it delivered and worked for me at least subjectively as you can see in the photos. Yet, when I looked at myself in the mirror, though very happy with my chiseled built, my prominent hip bones still looked wide in proportion to my shoulders making my waist not as tapered as it has to be for the ‘physique’ category. What surprised me though was my legs (hamstrings, quads and calves. The striations and the proportion on all angles were crisp and I fell in love with them immediately. Yup! Right then and there, I was sure that ‘physique’ is not the right category for me, it’s just not. With all humility and honesty, I chose ‘physique’ underestimating it at first, my exact thought was, it looks to me like it does not require a lot of work compared to let’s say a ‘classic’ or ‘heavy weight’ body building category. The athletes’ smile on stage gave the impression that it was just a walk in the park, the same walk took me forever to learn during my prep. You see with ‘physique’ you have to show enough built, good enough to showcase the shoulders, abs and waist, some back and little to nothing for lower extremities. You also have to learn how to pseudo flex (flex but not actually or pretend not to or half-baked flex), imagine isometrically contracting your chest, arms, back and abs with an open fist, so effin’ hard to coordinate, mess it up and you are ‘Edward Scissorhands’ all of a sudden. Everything has to be fluid, done with enough grace and gusto. By the way, you are in board shorts, so you really have to make it look like you are just showing off on the beach. On top of all these, you have to show your best smile to the judges and the crowd. Seems easy right? But no Sir/Madam, to smile with extra dry mouth (yup, you are water depleted) is the hardest thing to do, the skin inside your cheeks sticks to your teeth, your tongue gets stuck to the roof of your mouth then you lose total control of it. You will be forced to lick your dry cracking lips with your even drier tongue only to end up inaudible, talking senseless with gross glue-like residue all over the corners of your mouth. Yuck! ‘Physique’ category I can tell now is not something to look down upon, it is not in any way, shape or form easy.
I have no recollection of the last time I represented myself on stage, I am not a competitive person, not in sports or in academics. I was raised in a household where we had enough and sometimes not so financially. My parents raised us to be contented with the small things that we have, maybe to protect us from feeling bad about our situation or maybe so we do not expect too much from their already difficult status. They also instilled the trait of……….follow the link to read more: