Again... The Contest

Morning

woke up... i was very thirsty... sipped on some cranberry juice and tanned a bit... went to fuddruckers at around 11:30 and had a burger with bacon and pepper jack cheese... about 1/4 a glass of diet coke... after that, got me some icecream... some donuts... stuffed my belly... packed my stuff and hit the road
here are some picks i took in the morning... not much, but i didn't even pump up or eat for these pictures... i looked a bit better when i hit the stage

















When I got there

Jawad was there with me... we chatted a bit... it was nice of him to come... bandar showed up too and he filmed the whole thing... and mohammed was also there... thanks for coming, guys. it really means a lot to me.

i drank some NO-xplode around 30 minutes before i hit the stage... drank some gatoraid and ate some oreos... warmed up and warmed up... but nothing... no pump... no nothing... just fatigue... a couple of push-ups felt like benching 400 lbs. after that i started to swell up a bit, and i got this nausiating feeling. They called us up on stage... walked there and felt a bit dizzy and started to sweat a bit... we were 6 people on stage... started posing... then i got really fucking dizzy... stepped back for the call outs... feeling dizzy... tired... short of breath... they called me out... no.25 ... gave out the mandatory 7 poses... after the 7th pose, the judges were just looking at me... in my head i was saying "ok... now what? ... you want me to dance??? what do you want??" ... so i started giving out some "spontaneous" poses that looked really stupid cuz i wasn't ready... after a minute or two they told me to step back... everything was turning black... seeing stars... can't breathe.. sucking in air as hard as i can... it's only getting worse... i can't flex a single muscle in my body... i just relaxed a bit... drank some water... sweat poured like rain... after calling out all of them... they wanted to compare... they called me out with two others... i couldn't even hear the judges... it was like... like someone talking in a tunnel... i kept blacking out for some seconds... i knew i was gonna faint... i couldn't breathe... so i left before posing... the judges were yelling "NO.25!!! NO.25!!!" i just waved my hand and gave the international sign of "fuck off" ... walked slowly to the dressing room... sat down and drank some gatoraid... the ittifaq coach came in running and yelled "WHAT HAPPENED?? GET BACK OUT THERE!!!" i just shook my head and said no... i can't... i can't even breathe!!! the fucker kept telling me it was nothing and i should go back there... a judge came in and checked up on me... he asked me if i wanted to go on... i said no... and the coach flipped "YOU HAVE TO GO BACK!!! IT'S NOTHING!! YOU WERE WINNING!!!" i said i didn't care... and the judge told the coach that i know myself... if i didn't want to go on, i wasn't able to .... So i thought it was a disqualification... went outside with jawad and bandar to breathe a bit... i don't know what the fuck is wrong with people... if you see a man about to faint and he can't breathe, you don't gang up 50 people around him and start yelling and asking stupid shit like "are you ok?" .... i needed my space... that's why i went outside... i started feeling better... my eyes kept rolling up... 15 minutes later i was back to normal... i guess it was the dehydration and lack of sodium...cuz it happened before the first time i competed but not to this degree... it was a mistake to compete today... it was uncalled for to lose 16 lbs in 10 days.... it was stupid to dehydrate myself like that just to make my skin "thinner"... a mistake i will never do again...

What they thought

Bandar kept telling me that i had it... i was gonna take the gold... jawad said the same... now, jawad follows bodybuilding (i've been bugging the shit outta him and showing him pro videos and contests and shit for the past 4 years)... so he knows what's going on, and bandar is a dedicated bodybuilder that doesn't sugar coat anything... so i take his words seriously... when they tell me something like that... it really feels good... i don't care if i win or lose at this point... as long as i went from no where near contest condition to owning the 85 kg class in 10 days... well... i know i can do anything if i try hard enough...
the couch talked to me and he was as pissed as shit... i hate that fucker... he doesn't care if i die of dehydration or anything... he just wants to get points for the team... he wanted me back there when anyone with a sane mind could see that i can't even stand on my own two feet without help.... anyway... he told me that he talked to the judges and when they were yelling for me to come back, they were very disappointed cuz they wanted me in either first place or second... and they just wanted to compare to make sure that i'm first place.... i told him that it doesn't matter... i'm disqualified... he said "what? what do you think this is? you weren't disqualified... they just deducted a shitload of points for leaving the stage like that" ... so i said ok... whatever... after about 30 minutes, they called us out again to name the winners...

The Placing

we posed a bit... i was still shaking... but felt much better... anyway... they told us to stand still to name 6th to 1st place... i was expecting to hear my name at 6th or 5th place... they called out all of them and i got 3rd... I was pretty happy to get that placing after leaving the fucking stage like that... but i was really disappointed for not getting the prize money (600 riyals for 2nd and 800 riyals for 1st)...

just to let you know that i'm not bullshitting... the guy who took first place was the guy i beat last time... he showed up looking great this time... he was a lot leaner and drier... a bit smaller... but still... the legs... ask bandar about the legs of all the competitors... very disappointing...

after it all i went back home to my baby... maryoomti was very happy for me and she told me that i looked "relieved"... and then......... and then she said something that really... i don't know how to describe it... but... when someone really wants you to be the best... and they support you in everything you do, even if it affects their lives...it's just... unbelievible... she said "hey, you kicked their asses by getting ready in 10 days... next year, you'll kick all their asses without even trying cuz i know your gonna work hard for this" ....


... and she's right...

next year... dry, shredded, hard as nails super heavyweight buselmo is gonna be on stage for his last year of competitions...



To all my trainees

i'm sorry for being so busy the last two weeks, but i want all of you to send me your progress reports this wednesday.