Yesterday consisted of running up and down a set of stairs for 13 hours while trying to avoid creaming oompah loompah colored people while careening around the hairpin turn at the bottom.
I was the expediter at the Calgary Cup.
An accurate way to describe this job is ‘herding tan, carb depleted cats‘.
Oh how I love bodybuilding competitions!
Things happen backstage that don’t happen anywhere else and the strangest comments fly around.
In the midst of the gluing, applying of dream tan and muscle sheen, and completing my 217th set of stairs, I heard a few doozies.
- Wow. I love your boobs! You got them upgraded from last year, awesome.
- My suit bottoms are too big. They need to be smaller, much smaller.
- What are the poses for this class? Can someone teach them to me?
- What do you think of my waxing job? I did it myself this time.
There was a couple that competed for the first time and their combined age was over 120 years old.
No matter how old you are, its never too late to start.