31 days…
I can’t believe how fast things time is flying by and how much I still have to do! Trying to play catch up and juggle everything to prepare for a show is extremely difficult when you live my lifestyle. I’m working whenever I can to be able to afford all the costs that come with preparing for a show and let me tell you, it isn’t cheap. Unfortunately while my pocket needs the dough, my body needs the rest more so I’m fighting a constant battle trying to stay alert and active when I’m only in taking 1200 calories 4 days a week. It’s not easy on the mindset looking at your bank account dwindling along with your energies and stressing about it all doesn’t help at times when you are trying to rest, so I had to come to a decision. A big one at that…something that my pride took a big hit on. Something that has made me realize how badly I do want that pro card, and that I’ll literally do things that I never thought I would to obtain it.
When I reflect on the past 19 months, one thing comes to mind: my will to do whatever it takes to succeed. Traveling on this long and bumpy road, I’ve learned a great deal about myself and how much I can actually withstand when it comes down the to nitty-gritty. I’ve put my body and mind through hell and back and now that I’m a meer month away from the stage, the reality that it’s all going to come into fruition is a bit intimidating. While most bodybuilders would look at my time as only an investment in a show, this mission to me holds much more meaning. This one night to me could turn a new chapter in my life if I advance to nationals. Even if I don’t do well at Team U, to prove to myself that I can compete against the best of the best and train my body to its limits is a feat many wouldn’t understand unless you have had to measure against the seemingly impenetrable odds.
If you have been following my quest over the past few months, you have seen insight into the life of a girl who turned her life around to beat the odds faced against her. I take much pride in the little that I have acquired over the years because I have worked extremely hard for everything that I own. I don’t have luxuries or nice things but what I have holds my merit to me because I worked for the possessions I retain. I view the lessons I have learned as luxuries and the foresight that I hold as a treasure because with those tools I can conquer the world and more. But there’s one custody that I hold near and dear to my heart; one extravagance that I treasure more than I could imagine…my motorcycle. I dreamt for years of riding and watched my friends go on cruising trips while I played passenger or sat on the side lines. I had been saving for years, 20$ here 10$ there, towards the vision of owning a freedom only given to the adventurous and rich. Then last year I finally was able to purchase one, after a lucky find from a friend. After I took it home on a rainy Sunday, I sat and looked out my window for what seemed like hours; smile on my face that radiated my happiness. I may not have had much but I FINALLY obtained something I thought only could happen to lucky people.
With cost racking up fast (hotel rooms, make up artist, tanning, coach costs, suit, supplements, registration) my anxieties are through the roof. I have to be extra strict on budget to make sure everything is smooth sailing and that if I do win this show, I have the means to go to nationals. With clientele slow due to the season and my energies in the tank, I had to prepare myself for the reality set forth with competing costs, what can I sacrifice to make sure I’m set with regular bills and medical costs let alone the staggering costs to compete? Considering I’m well versed in giving up things, I can purge expenses easily. Cut things out here and there…sucks but I’ve grown accustomed to it. But as the show has creeped closer and closer, even with the efforts of my fundraiser, I had to swallow my pride and make a decision…if I was willing to sell the one dream I had worked so diligently for already for the other dream I’m trying to with hold. Over the past few days, I have mulled over the choice if my one item of pride was worth putting for sale for another moment of stature. It’s a risk. There’s no guarantee that I’m going to do well in these shows. So was the loss of my prize possession merited without a concrete result to look forward to?
Yes…the money I’m investing in myself is worth it.
While it’s a hard pill to swallow, the truth of the matter is I’ve already achieved the dream of owning a bike…so guess what?! I know I can do it again. I haven’t snagged the vision of my pro card yet, so giving up something when I already have paid and collected my dues for it has worth. I’m not banking on me getting my pro card this year, BUT to be able to compete and work towards that goal of bettering myself with each show all while living a bit more comfortably is a relief my cortisol levels are dieing for. I have been living with so much stress that its hindering my progress during this trek, attributing to my lack of sleep and belly fat, so to breathe a sigh to the softening of mental weight may actually help me to lose physical weight.
I seriously believe that once my muscles mature a bit more, I have what it takes to be a leader and pro in this sport. I have the drive and ambitions to do what it takes from many different angles to grasp that title. I haven’t been given reliance that many I met in the industry have, so my viewpoint about dedication is skewed to a different velocity. I think that when you’re given the choice between aptitude and attitude to circumstances you begin to realize the importance of more. My eagerness and hunger for success is hard to match and while I do have my moments of weakness, there’s something in me that just won’t quit. It’s not that I’m cockier or deserve it over others but more so the fact that I’m proving to God and myself that over the years, my confidence has grown due to circumstances and how I’ve handled them. I’ve been so blessed over these past months to have such a wonderful support system made up of people who genuinely care about my ambitions and it has made me a stronger individual because of it; so making decisions like this one was easier knowing the backing I have to help hold me strong. Will I miss the bike? Of course! That freedom of the air flowing over your body and the power of two wheels is such a release but the satisfaction of living my dream is much more freeing.
If you were given a choice between giving up one fantasy for another, would you risk it? And If you were never in that situation, would you truly be able to grasp the appreciation in eventually obtaining the dream. Not everyone should have to sacrifice to acknowledge caliber of greatness but whether it is forfeiting time, pinching pennies or cutting corners what would you pass aside for a chance at destiny? And would the character you have grown to have surpass itself when victory arrived…would you be willing to expose it for more? Makes you think…what is it all valued at? Mine apparently, is held at a pretty high gauge and whether you agree with my risk taking or not (due to your own experiences or core views) is my decision note worthy? While I’m final on the succumption, have you pondered the thought of true sacrifice to be a daredevil to your dreams?
The Face of an Angel
Heart of a Lion
Champion Spirit
Blessed with the will to survive it.