OK,… I know there have been a few articles written on this site about why you should/shouldn’t compete, and as it’s something I’ve had many conversations about with close friends (competitors), I wanted to offer some thoughts.
At a contest this past weekend - and at almost every shows I’ve ever competed in or judged - there were competitors standing onstage of various levels of physique (sizes, shapes and conditions) apparently proud of what they had brought to display. Without knowing backstories, because there’s always the one guy/girl who lost 80 lbs but still doesn’t look like a bodybuilder of figure girl, I have to assume that getting up in front of an auditorium of strangers, in front of countless lights and cameras, you must think that you look good to some degree. Now, “good” and worthy of calling yourself a bodybuilder can be two very different things, and to go further, even the definition of who can (or should) call themselves a bodybuilder can be open to debate.
When I first kicked around the idea of competing, I had already gone to watch shows as a spectator (amazing how many first time competitors have never sat through a prejudging before!), and assembled photos of bodybuilders that were similar to my height and stature so I could realistically (brutally!) compare and assess if I was merely entertaining some giant delusional dream, or if I indeed had even the slightest chance of not looking like an idiot in a speedo.
Something a find myself often times repeating to both clients and even strangers who reach out with emails is:
- What are you hoping to get out of this experience?
[I was going to ramble a whole lot more, but maybe I’ll just leave it at this and let others chime in a bit]