If you think you know why I’m freaking out, you might be wrong.
I’m an introvert. I can honestly say that getting on stage in a posing suit smaller than my underwear doesn’t bother me as much as you might assume. I go out there, they call the poses and I do the poses. I’m don’t wear my glasses, the stage lights are bright, so even though I can hear people, I can’t see many – just the judges and the front row. And honestly, I’m so used to tuning out “teenager noise”, I really don’t hear anything except what I’m paying attention to – which will be the head judge’s instructions. It’s just me and a few other nice women doing this thing. No big deal. This will be my 4th time, so I can visualize it. I can prepare. I practice every day. I know what to expect.
Sure, I’ll have some nerves about it this time as it gets closer because of what happened before, but I think I can be ready for that. Today, that’s not what makes me nuts thinking about competing. It’s my introversion. Everything about competing, except the stage, are things I actively avoid in life because they make me really uncomfortable, jumpy, and drain me.
If any of these things resonate with you, please leave a comment! I could sure use a reminder that even though it is unlikely that we introverts will ever be in a room together, you understand my struggle.
REASONS WHY I CAN PANIC ABOUT COMPETING:
- Driving to a big city that has big city traffic.
- Organizing everything so I won’t forget anything. (The “to do” lists need to start being written down now. I can’t keep it in my head without going crazy.)
- People. Nothing I do is more “peopley” than a show. People everywhere. People I don’t know. Bored people waiting for their turn who just want to visit because they aren’t introverts.
- The competition spray tan. It’s gross. It’s uncomfortable. It stinks. It’s inconvenient. The first layer goes on Friday night, so you have live in it, sleep in it, which means you need special clothes to wear that you can wreck but won’t wreck the tan, a set of sheets dedicated to sleep in for a couple nights. And I can’t find my sheets. I need to head to the thrift store. I would also like to look for another crappy tanning track suit.
- The backstage scheduling is never set. Need to pay attention to when you are called to pump up to go out. Before that, eat what you’re supposed to eat at a given time based on that time you don’t know – make sure your tan and glaze are touched up before that…I’m a teacher. I’m a professional PLANNER. Not knowing these things makes me nuts.
- Hurry up and wait backstage = people. Talking and stuff. Socializing, small talk. NIGHTMARE!
- Did I burn the CD with my routine music? Nope. Add that to the list. Oh, and make a few CDs and put them in different places so that when I lose one, which I will, I’ll have backups. Ugh.
- DON’T FORGET YOUR POSING SUIT. DON’T FORGET YOUR POSING SUIT. DON’T. FORGET. POSING. SUIT.
- Make up and hair?? Ugh. I think I’ll have them just spray my face again like last time. Throw on some mascara and lipstick and that’ll be it. Hair? Well, that’s kind of already taken care of with the half-shaved head, right? Can’t go wrong there. Back comb and hairspray is all that I’ll need to do.
I do have a few people coming who I’m looking forward to seeing. My plan is to honor my introversion this time around. If I’m not with the one or two people who I’m comfortable with, I’ll find a quiet corner, listen to music or an audio book, and try to keep my internal batteries charged. Hell, I’d bring my crochet bag except that the stupid tan would get all over the yarn!
CRAP! Batteries? Cell phone battery! I’m going to have to add “bring remote charger” to my list of things not to forget. Every available outlet in the backstage area will be jammed up.
PREP NUT & BOLTS…
This last week was a deload week at the gym. Nothing too exciting. I spent more time practicing posing and doing cardio than lifting. Got the plan from coach for the last two weeks and everything starts to wind down now. I forgot – peaking with my coach is like a vacation compared to how I like to do life normally. No one peaks an athlete better than Alberto Nunez in my opinion. It’s all about reducing stress while using science with macros to bring his athlete up from looking like a flat tire to looking like a bodybuilder. The guy is a “macro-whisperer” when it comes to peak week. And we don’t cut water. Should mention that because many competitors do.
Scale continues to drop. We expect that to continue based on what happened the last time we peaked for a show. This morning, I hit Alberto’s stage weight goal, so I think he needs to revise that. I’m one pound away from my personal “aggressive” goal – so we’re probably coming in leaner than either one of us expected.
So other than the stress of having to “people” and “drive” and do other things that stress introverts, my goal is to reduce physical stress as much as possible. The last week of summer school is next week. All the work for that is done – kids are just finishing it up. The final exam has been submitted for copying. Next Friday at noon, I’ll grade the exam, issue grades for the semester, log-off, lock the door, and walk away until the end of the month.
And I’m about 90% sure I’ll do a second show in October. At least we can plan for it. These things are a little expensive, so if something comes up and I can’t swing it, that’ll be ok. I’ll have photographer hubby do a photoshoot instead. We should do that anyway. He has some cool costumes around here.