I started yesterday with only three hours of sleep and one cup of coffee, but I was as giddy as a Junior High girl who just got asked out by the cutest boy in school.
I am going to Fantasy Camp!
Fantasy Camp – An invite only weekend put on by Joe for a handful of his clients. Spaces are usually filled in 8 hours of announcing the date. Everyone that doesn’t die ALWAYS wants to come back.
Three flights and a 2 hour drive awaited me and the last thing I needed to do was have lost luggage, so I carried everything on.
Cardio was ‘sherpa-ing’ instead of running.
All was going well until I hit border security.
I pack all my food everywhere I go, so why would America be any different? Last time I ‘crossed over’ they let me keep my fruit and veggies, so I decided to pack them for the day. I claimed my apple and went confidently up to the border security woman.
She sent me back to ‘No Man’s Land’ to have a snack.
Apparently if I hadn’t been so darned organized and washed the apple that morning I could have taken it across. If I had a sticker on the darn thing that has said it was from it would have been fine.
Perhaps a post it note would have worked? I had some of those in my purse.
Border security take two.
The rogue apple had been consumed and was now going to America via my tummy, so all was well. Right?
My next attempt was with a man in his mid thirties who looked like he worked out and was bored out of his mind.
Fit and Bored Security Officer: So where are you off to today?
DL: A fitness camp! Its going to be so much fun. So excited.
FBSO: Umm…what fruit that you are bringing across?
DL: Oh that’s in my tummy now. I had to go back and eat it, your friend over there sent me back to consume it in No Man’s Land. Done! (Waving at first security officer)
FBSO: Fitness camp, eh? What kind?
FBSO: (checking out my arms under my coat as nearly every man does when he gets this piece of information) Bodybuilding? Really. I’m going to need a showing of the guns to validate this information.
DL: (staring blankly and then laughing nervously) Excuse me?
FBSO: A gun show. How am I going to know you’re telling the truth?
Time is running out at this point and I have security to get through and do not want to miss my flight. Nervous panic sets in.
DL: Yes. A bodybuilding camp. Fine.
Apparently posing practice started early.
I was never so happy to get my passport stamped.
My final leg of my journey required a rental car. In a very tired-drunk state I got a strange key and instructions to where to find my car.
I shlepped my luggage through the parking lot and gave a happy little hop and squeal when I found my car.
Apparently J.Lo. is the spokesperson for the car, so it only makes sense that DLo give it a spin! I promptly named her Charmaine and learned that going 85 mph in a golf cart feels like 60 mph. Thank goodness for cruise control.
Needless to say, I am beyond excited to get my arse handed to me on a silver platter by Joe Klemczewski, Kori Propst, Anthony and Karen Monetti, Martin Daniels, Amy Llinas Lynch, TJ Lynch, and Jordan Chabinsky.
I am doing video interviews with some of these fabulous people for the blog, so what do you want to know? What burning questions do you have for professional bodybuilders?