It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…

When you train for a Figure Competition your training sessions get split up into body parts. I used to say things like ‘It’s weight training day today!, but not anymore. I used to always be confused when talking to the super intense fit people; I NEVER knew what they were talking about!

Super Intense Fit Person – What are you training today?

DL – Ummm…my body?

SIFP – But what part? I have back and hams today.

DL – Oh right…I’m doing squats, lunges, leg presses, and step ups…so lower body?

SIFP – Sounds like a great leg workout. Are you going to do some HIIT afterwards? That always kicks up the metabolism for me!

DL – Sure, you bet. I am on it!  HIIT.  Yup…whatever that is…

Before I knew what was happening I started talking like those super intense fit people. As such, today was a ‘chest and bicep’ day with some HIIT (High Intensity Interval Training) thrown in afterwards for good measure.

I went about my training with everything I had. During the superset of dumbbell flyes and chest presses I sat on the bench trying to catch my breath. Then I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my nemesis staring back at me with such ferocity that I physically jumped a wee bit. That darned muffin top was spilling out of my cute grey shorts without apology.

So much hard work, discipline, and effort in the gym and the kitchen and I still have that darned thing kicking around. At this point I was completely depleted and nearly burst into tears.

I wanted to give up. I wanted to throw my hands up in abandon and just walk away, but then I remembered that I don’t give up. I am a fighter and I am not just leaning out my body, I am also leaning out my mind. A person with a lean and healthy mind does not give up on her dreams, she fights.

So I set about to finish the fight.

I worked my arms so much that it took swinging momentum to get the shampoo on my hair in the shower after I was finished.

And when I was finished I was proud.  I took a step back to see my progress and realized that my arms are taking off. In the race to the stage, which is a mere 12 weeks away, my arms are by far in the lead.

I scared all the women at the YMCA while taking this picture. Ooops! Small children were told to move away and women whispered behind their hands. Meh! Celebrating the moment was worth it. It's go time!

There are fabulous and not so fabulous parts about all of us. Instead of letting the not so fabulous parts of us bring us down, it’s time to celebrate the best things about us.

If you find yourself near tears in the midst of a battle; just get up, wipe the tears away, and remember what sets you apart. Then take a moment to celebrate it, even if it means frightening other people while you do it!

12 weeks until I compete…it’s getting deliciously scary!

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Comments

  1. I’m so proud of you for pushing through and finishing! Tears don’t mean we’re weak – it means we’re giving everything we have and are NOT giving up or giving in. Your biceps are rockin’, girl!! We all have areas that take longer to lean out, so keep focusing on the positive and keep pushing through. You can do it!!!

  2. Thanks for posting this. I am glad I am not alone.

  3. You are inspiring us all! Keep up the fantastic work. And keep celebrating…

  4. If that is a muffin top – sign me up. D – you look incredible. And those biceps! HOLY CRAP! I backed away from my computer. Your hardwork is definitely paying off. 12 weeks to go! You SO have this in the bag. 🙂

    • You are officially signed up! I am so glad that I made you have to double take, awesome! haha. 🙂 I am so glad to have such fabulous people cheering me on! Thank you for traveling on the journey with me! 🙂

  5. So true! 12 weeks is no time at all, can’t believe it’s coming up so quickly! You’re gonna rock it though, you look fantastic. =)

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