The contest


I arrived at the venue at around 2:45 pm and met up with bandar who was waiting for me there. then i saw my older brother abdullah, and both of them were like "WTF??!!" cuz no one was there in the venue... nothing was ready... it was like there was no contest.... 3:15 pm, the ittifag coach arrived with all the contestants from ittifaq club. I don't think anyone of them thought i was competing since i didn't look enthusiastic at all about it... was wearing a real big sweater and baggy pants... didn't look like i had muscles at all... anyway, we went to this "lecture hall" and it brought back really bad memories of classes in college :) ... anyway... more of my friends showed up, and i felt like a dick because i told them that it will start at 3 pm, and it didn't start til 4:33 pm exactly. So, we went team by team for weigh-ins... waited til half the team weighed in to take my clothes off to weigh... i was exactly 85 kg... not a gram more, not a gram less... finished weighing in... and after seeing some of the guys on the team... i have to wonder how they fucking weigh less than they look... they're short, that's what i figured... oh, there weren't any locker rooms... only one tiny bathroom for us to warm up in, and apply the contest coloring... it stinks balls in there... people pee and don't flush the toilets... piss and sweat, that's what it smells like... and as bandar said, the 65 kg dude smelled worse than the bathroom.... anyway... lots of people who know my from various gyms and contests (whom i don't even know their first names) said hi and always asked the question "hey, why aren't you competing today?"... i just give out a "you're stupid" smile and say "i am... i'm just not in the mood to take off my clothes to show off"... (some people who weren't even competing were wearing cut t-shirts in the cold weather... it's around 2-6 degrees C around here with wind... all that to say "hey, please look at me"? i kept asking everyone "how many people are in my class??" i was afraid of being the only person there and getting first place for just showing up... i'd rather have another contestant with me and turn out second than being first for just showing up... anyway... after the 75 kg people went off stage, i went to warm up... push ups, pull ups, rubber band curls and shit like that... took my clothes off and jawad oiled me up (yeah buddy! ;)!!!!) this was in the bathroom... people started coming in and they were surprised... like "this guy didn't even look like he worked out... now this???" all the guys in there wanted to take pictures with me, and it felt good... anyway, it was time to go on stage... walked there and saw 3 other people behind me... good... 4 people in my weight class... my friends were all cheering as loud as they could while i was walking towards the stage... it felt good... anyway, started posing til the judges told us to stand fucking still in the relaxed position, then they called me out... told me to do the seven mandatory poses then i stepped back... they kept calling other people out 2-3 times and i was still standing there... which gave me an indication of the results... anyway, went off the stage after we were done, went to the bathroom and was wearing my clothes and one of my friends took a picture...

yeah... so... the guys me and relaxed some... til they called out all the weight class to give out the results... didn't even oil up or anything... went on stage... they called the 3rd, and 2nd place... and i got 1st... yeah buddy

but what really bothered me is that................. i didn't get that feeling. Every contest i get "that" feeling... but yesterday, i didn't. no even a tingle... it was like, this is retarded... for me to compete and win is like winning the special olympics... although i'm a winner, i'm still a retard (i'm sorry, that was harsh... but it was the only anology i could think of)... really, since i'm raising my rates on february, and i'll keep them that way for a long time... i really don't want to compete in bodybuilding... i told this to bandar last night... but... as i was walking off the stage... i kept thinking... how good would i do in powerlifting? since i'll be eating a lot and lifting heavy, i wanna know... how well will i place... so... i don't know... i'm gonna do some more reading about powerlifting... see what it's about...

thanks for the support, everyone.... i can't thank my friends enough... they were there for me and i know most of them don't wanna be there... so, it really means a lot to me... and special thanks to BB Q8 for sending me msgs and cheering me on from kuwait... thanks bro... you da shiznit! ;)

later