My First Competition
By Kat Ricker
I loved the training. For months, it had consumed me until the last two
weeks, it was all I could think about. I got the time off work and devoted
every minute to contest preparation. Id done everything from heavy
500-rep sets, to meditation, to practicing posing beside our roaring woodstove
while covered in Hot Stuff, to prepare myself for the stage light heat.
The day before the competition I was all keyed up, kept going into the
gym to have Darryl check on how I was finishing out, until he kicked me
out and told me to go home and rest. The dehydration and carb-loading
continued. To really round out my muscles, had me eat one full "regular"
meal besides the diet food; I had two big, sloppy tacos and some pineapple
to help it digest. All may have progressed nicely from there, but that's
when I started to have my own ideas. I went and sauna'd and steamed in
the evening, not on the schedule, to sweat anything left to sweat. I hardly
worked up any at all. Then I took my ginger bath as Darryl directed -
this draws out the remaining water from under the skin. I was really hot
by now and so dry. I kept misting my skin with water, constantly, I was
so dry and hot. Then I bundled up like he told me and went to bed, in
tons of clothes. I couldn't sleep and decided sleep was more important,
so eventually shed those. The temperature dropped overnight and I woke
up chilly. In the morning I had a yam and eggs, fixed my hair and makeup
and my husband and I left for the Tiffany Ballroom in Portland.
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Kat
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Darryl
was late, he wasn't there. I kept laying down in the hall with my feet
up, like he said, to keeps the blood in my upper body. Other people from
our group showed up. Darryl called Dennis on the cell and said he had
diarrhea and was about 45 minutes away. Our briefing began. We took up
a row in the auditorium; I took up three seats with laying down. The place
was heating up it's a historical building, so no air conditioning.
Levi is one of my strong women heroes. She and her husband own the supplement
store we buy from. She was a sponsor and had her table there. She's beautiful
and charismatic and knows everyone. She'd helped me a lot over the past
few months. Id brought her a present and card, and boy was I glad
I did. She said, "If Darryl's not here, I'll go back with you."
She did. She painted me, put the hot stuff oil on me, the posing oil,
glued my seat down to my butt, just saved my ass.
Just before it was time to go on, Darryl showed up. He was very cool and
calm, and talked in a low voice in my ear, and Amber's, I assume; I was
only aware of so much. The backstage area was so tiny you literally had
to move someone if you wanted to move at all, and we were pumping up in
there. Everyone getting painted. Paper all over the floors to catch the
oil and paint. Nice rugs on the walls covered with plastic. He had me
pump up. I was glad I brought my bands.
We moved into the wings. He told me, "From what I can see, you got
nothing to worry about here. You have best of your class and maybe overall,
but don't get excited." I was feeling out of it, hypoglycemic, dehydrated.
He started to get worried, ran around getting me water to wet my mouth,
my recovery drink, the bands. We were right at the beginning of the show,
first the three fitness women, then teenage men which was one man,
I really found that amusing, Teenage Man then the three
in my class. I was in the middle, which was cool, because it placed me
center stage. Because there were over 100 competitors, they wanted to
shave time, and they also were running unimpressively late on everything.
So all we were to do in the morning was go out and do our turns and hit
the poses.
After months of practicing posing for an hour at a time, it was so quick.
Despite all my practice at not shaking it's hard not to shake when
flexing hard to my surprise, my muscles just shook like crazy.
There was no sound except for Darryl's booming voice carrying - Hit those
legs! Blow it out! Turn and show us! Later I could hear cheering in the
crowd on the tape, but up there, nothing but Darryl, which helped. And
boom, it was over, we were done. So fast.
No one was
there when I got offstage. I didn't know where to go or what to do next.
I wandered out into the hallway and watched Amber in heavyweight. A photographer
grabbed me and offered to shoot me. I said take me there an followed him
upstairs. He sold undeveloped rolls of 12 for $20. Twelve seemed like
a lot to come up with. I didnt have my wallet or anything else on
me but my suit. So then I tore around looking for my husband and the food.
But all I wanted was ice. I kept dipping into the big barrel of free waters
and scooping out the ice and sucking it down. Finally it occurred to me
to take a water. I found Reed (my husband). We sat down on the marble
hall floor. I ate and started cursing how stupid this whole thing was
- and bodybuilding, period. I couldnt believe Id depleted
myself to this point. I felt so dehydrated and tired, my blood sugar just
a mess; it was feeling mighty unhealthy by now. My striations, the idea
of my insides being visible from the outside, was actually making me uneasy.
But I only ate a little bit. My appetite just wasnt there. I ran
up and paid for the photos. Another girl was getting her pictures taken.
They were asking her what poses she wanted. She sounded cranky: "I
really just want to sit down!" I laughed.
We drove home while the rest of the pre-judging went on. Thank the gods
we were near the beginning of the program. It was getting hot outside,
real hot. Out of nowhere, it was a hot hot summer day. I laid down at
home and ate some of my regular food, couldn't think what I should eat,
just had yams and fish as usual, and drank distilled water. I was so tired,
I nearly napped. A couple hours later it was already time to get ready
to go in for the evening show. So fast. I thought I should lay out in
the sun for 20 minutes and tighten up for the evening show, like Id
read in the books over the last months. It was hot, but I hardly sweated
at all. When I got back in, I didn't realize it, but I started to feel
like shit. Like I was on the edge of a breakdown. Reed painted me until
I got too anxious about getting back downtown and we left with me half
done. We took his car for the air conditioning. I was tired and cranky
and kept feeling tears well up but pushed them down. The morning show
wouldve been enough, I said. It was hard to garner any energy for
a whole nother show. I didnt know where this feeling was coming
from.
We got there a couple hours early and somehow got in, even though they
weren't letting people into the building for another hour. I laid down
on the wooden floor in-between the seat rows and hoped nobody saw me.
I just wanted to lie down. Reed sat in a seat beside me. A couple of staff
approached him, but he said he needed to be with me to keep an eye on
me; I was hypoglycemic. An hour or so passed. Then it was time to get
ready. I sat up in a chair and really felt like shit - the room was spinning,
kind of. I burst out crying. Reed was alarmed. I said, I want Levi. He
got her. She sat down next to me.
What's wrong?
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The
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I said
I just really feel like shit, and cried. She started asking me about the
last time I drank water. I couldn't think straight.
Shes really dehydrated, she said.
She felt my head and said she's hot, let's get her over by the fan. They
walked me over by her table. She started having me sip water. I drank
my recovery drink, she gave me pineapple enzymes to help digest. It was
6:30 and the show started at 7:00. It was time to get painted, and again,
no Darryl. Levi said she'd go back with me and got her latex gloves on.
Then Darryl was next to me. She quickly removed her gloves and handed
them to him and disappeared.
Are you all right? he asked. I shook my head no. He asked
what I'd eaten. I could only remember a yam. Reed told him the rest. I
started crying. He said don't cry. I stopped. He asked what I'd done at
home. I told him I'd laid out in the sun, and he laid into me.
"You what? You were already tight. You were already dry. Then you
laid out in the sun. It must have been 100 degrees today. And you laid
out in it. Youre only supposed to do what your trainer tells you,
nothing extra."
He later told me he noticed my fingers werent moving right when
I reached for a water bottle, so he knew my motor skills were down.
Are you slurring your speech?
Probably, I said.
He tested my breath to see if it was sweet. It wasnt.
I started insisting it was time to get painted, he insisted I calm down
first meditate, whatever but calm down. Then I got up, kissed
Reed goodbye, and held onto Darryl's arm and he led me backstage. I was
so tired and out of it. He told me to sit down on the weight bench backstage
and he painted my legs. I laid back against the wall. I wasnt really
aware of what he was doing. He painted all of me shoeshine brown. I started
to feel perkier. He painted my face. I hated that! Reed came and checked
on me, I said, I'm fine I just f**king hate this part."
Someone mustve asked me whether I could go on. I said I could pull
myself together for a short amount of time. After all, thats what
strength training is, pushing for short bursts. I was full of fluids now.
You shouldnt have been drinking all that water they were feeding
you, neither, he said. There were no womens restrooms on our
side of the building, only a mens solitary and a mens public.
I found the private one, and then it was time to get in the wings.
I pumped up hard and wild. Out of nowhere, a surge of incredible energy
came through me. Darryl kept fixing my paint and oil while I pumped with
the bands. I was pumping and flexing so hard I was grunting. He left for
the audience seat and I was just so freaking ready, I was breathing the
competition. Couldn't have been more ripe. I had to do it that instant.
My muscles were bursting full and my veins were popping everywhere. Backstage
a staffer asked where we wanted to be when our music started. A fellow
competitor told me we were doing the individual posing routines first.
Damn! Nobody else told me. A minute before I went on, I had to switch
gears and get ready for that. Okay. I heard the MC giving what sounded
like my bio. I couldn't get upstage where I wanted to begin, but made
due. My music started. I went out.
I immediately
clicked into high performance gear. The place was packed with people.
I flowed into my routine. I was having the time of my life. I had control
of the stage. I had the crowd. I could feel they were surprised at my
unconventional routine and then really liked it and responded. I heard
some cheers. The atmosphere was totally different from the morning, with
the crowd and all the sounds it made. I hit all my poses hard without
a single tremble in the muscles.
In one minute, it was over. Offstage, I jumped up and down. Amber was
there, ready to go on next. She jumped with me. It was great. Then we
filed back on stage, all three of us. I didn't know what we were to do
next. It seemed like they were starting a posedown. I thought maybe Id
heard the word posedown, and that music had started; I realized in my
peripheral that the others were posing low, so instinctively I rose high
in a Rachel McLish pose I'd taken in while studying Pumping Iron
II over the months. I hit three other poses I knew I was strong
in, without any awareness of what the others were doing. Then they had
us stop. Somehow we were lined up again, and they announced third place
was Kristin. I got really excited. I was sure I had first. They drew out
the next name for what seemed like forever. Then they said Kat Ricker.
I was stunned. I plastered a smile on my face. The girl with the second
place trophy came out and she tried to give it to Jessica. They had me
move so she'd be in the middle. Then the other girls hit poses, but I
didn't know what was going on, so just stayed posed in the default relaxed
position. I don't really remember picking up the trophy or walking off,
but we did.
Backstage, I didn't know where to go. I went and got my bag, asked someone
if we could leave; yes, if you didn't get first, you're done. I stood
backstage for a moment with my bag, just lost, then Darryl appeared. I
said, I don't know what to do."
"You're done, get dressed," he said. I was still feeling lost.
He led me backstage. The only place where there weren't clumps of competitors
was through the open door of the men's room, so I ducked into that, dropped
my bag, took out a towel and started washing the paint off my face.
Darryl said, "The only reason she won is she's a favorite. They all
knew her name. She had more legs than you, but you had them beat on upper
body and definition. Now, I ain't saying you should compete next year,
but if you do, we'll work on your legs. I know you're Mighty Kat, but
you'll be ... Thunder kat." And I started hyperventilating.
Kat, stop breathing like that, you're hyperventilating." I
stopped it.
I said, I'm really f**king dizzy."
He told me to sit down, I said I didn't want to sit here. somehow I ended
up down and Darryl beside me. My teeth stated chattering. He said are
you cold? I shook my head no. He said why are your teeth chattering? I
said I didnt know, at the same time he said, You dont know?
I said, Don't tell my husband.
He said I won't. I said, are you proud of me? He said of course. I said
even if I didn't win first? He said I'd be proud even if you didn't win
anything.
I closed my eyes and felt a horrible sensation, like swimming and being
sucked away into blackness. I had to make my way through it to get back
to reality. I shot my eyes open and said Darryl, to mentally grab onto
him to get myself oriented.
I'm here, what happened?
I was far away. Then I forgot where I was.
He wanted me to lie down. I argued, he was firm.
You might know about personal training, but you don't know about
bodybuilding, now there's certain things we gotta do. Listen to your trainer,
and lay down!
I did, grudgingly, saying I didn't want to be a f**cking spectacle.
My husband walked in. In that instant I felt totally humiliated, split
wide open. Darryl was saying, she doesn't want him here, who blahablahed?
Someone said not me. Reed was asking something, I said I didn't want him
back there. I wanted to say, I didnt want you to see me like this,
but I couldnt bear to bring the words out. He said, do you want
me to go? I said no. From then on, it was fine he was there.
Darryl and he started arguing. I wasnt sure what all they were saying.
I heard Reed say, What I'm worried about is she's hypoglycemic.
And Darryl saying, She's got plenty of complex carbs in her. What
we have to worry about now is getting her core temperature down.
Someone put ice or ice packs under my armpits. My teeth stated chattering.
Reed tried to put my shirt on me. Darryl said no, even though her teeth
are chattering, her's temperature's still up, we have to get it down."
Reed put ice on my wrists, Darryl said something, Reed said no, on her
wrists.
Then people from our group came in. Bonnie, whos competing in the
Masters, and her husband Dennis.
Jesus! I moaned. I didnt want people seeing me like
this.
Darryl said they just want to help, Kat. Bonnie's a nurse. Darryl said
just let her do her thing. They put wet cool rags on my forehead and neck,
and wet down a towel in the sink and put it over my body. They were pumping
me full of All Sport. A staffer kept mixing up bottles and I kept drinking
it. Darryl kept saying to tell him if it was too sweet.
Its not sweet at all, I said, and wondered if that was
a bad sign.
I was later very unimpressed that AllSport and complimentary waters was
the extent of their first aid readiness.
They took my pulse. I remember once Bonnie said, It's up to 80.
At one point, Bonnie said, She should go to ER. Then I really
freaked.
No! No!
A flush of thoughts about being there, explaining to people afterward
Id been there, figuring out insurance and getting caught up in the
complications of paying for treatment rushed through my head and I panicked.
I mustered every ounce of authority I could, looked Darryl hard in the
face and said, IM FINE. IM NOT LYING TO YOU.
I dont think youre lying to me, said Darryl.
Until that moment, it hadn't occurred to me I might end up in the hospital.
Things gradually calmed down. It seemed like I was on the floor a really
long time. I was lucid and mentally all there and started making jokes.
I was just exhausted. People came and went. One guy just wanted to know
if he could take a wiz. Another had a loud poop in the stall by my head.
People came and went. My eyes were closed, but I heard people offering
to help. I heard a guy say, I'm a personal trainer, if you need
any help. This just struck me as hilarious.
"Bully for you, man," I said, and laughed. A trainer, you say?
Thank God you're here! How do my abs look? Darryl quickly gave him the
litany of qualifications around us.
Darryl I seemed alone after a while. He shook his head at me.
It must've been 100 degrees out, and you laid out in it.
I said, It was stupid, huh.
Yes,
I don't want to say it, but yes. I been where you are, doing the same
kind of thing."
He and Dennis told me some war stories. Guy who stopped in the middle
of his routine and had to have someone bring him a glass of water. Guy
who passed out right next to Dennis on stage. They told me how common
this was.
If it's so common, how come I'm the only one down?
They said every show, it happens. Darryl told me they werent worried
about the contest, they wanted to make sure they had Kat around, for me
to stop worrying about everyone else and concentrate on Kat right now.
He said, You get too excited. I started talking to you, and you
got too excited and thats when you started and he acted like
he was hyperventilating.
I said, Youre just such an exciting man, Darryl. You must
get this all the time! And I laughed, but he didnt. I said,
I am funny, though. Still no dice. Oh well. Rough room.
I told him a story from my theater days, of when I drove a thumbtack into
my foot backstage so firmly they had to take it out with pliers, and I
went on minutes later and did the scene - in 5" stiletto heels, no
less - then went to the hospital.
I dont know what were gonna do with you, he said.
A breeze came through and I said it felt so good. Darryl told me to move
my fingers. I did. Said he was checking my motor skills. I made the okay
sign. All the sudden I felt so relaxed, I said so, really relaxed, like
I could go to sleep right now. Darryl said dont do that, stay awake,
which made me more alert. I remembered feeling such incredible relaxation
in between bouts of mourning once years ago when someone close to me had
died.
Eventually, they were satisfied I was back in the world now. Darryl and
Reed each took one leg of my shorts and pulled them up on me, had me raise
up my hips.
Lord, Im gonna have dreams about this moment, I said.
They helped me get up. I'd been really obsessed that I needed to change
my tampon well I did need to. That's hard to put out of your mind,
when you think on top of everything else, you may started soiling yourself
right there. So I got that done, Reed in the stall with me. We were getting
ready to go. I wanted the videotape from the morning show Id paid
for earlier. Reed left to get it for me. Then he went to pull the car
around, and Darryl had me take his arm and he led me through the backstage.
It had been so calm after a while in the men's room, it was jarring to
be in that cluster of people again. I held tight, he said are you okay?
I nodded and felt myself tighten my grip on his arm even more. The towel
was still over my shoulders. We took the elevator down the four floors.
He had an urgency about his movements, and I couldnt figure out
why, since the danger had passed. He wanted to get me out fast. I felt
myself put my head on his shoulder, I was just so tired. I said, I
was surprised when they said my name for second. For a second, I thought
I won."
So did I, he said.
Then we were outside. It was warm balmy and it felt really weird to be
there. Darryl kept asking where we parked. Reed pulled down the opposite
side of the one-way street and I got in. Darryl told me to keep the towel
on my back and shoulders and put the seat back and when I got home, get
in a cool bath. The a/c was cranked up high. I waved goodbye to Darryl.
I saw his face through the car window and realized that he looked really
concerned. We drove off.
I was myself again, just exhausted. I was still plastered with all this
brown paint everywhere, even my face and ears. Everywhere. It was surreal,
like I'd been starved down and painted up for death, was one thought I
had. We went to Burger King. I got a burger, could only eat half. I wanted
fries, but the Evil McDonald's. We stopped there in the next town and
I put all three salts on them and they tasted really good.
That night I was so tired. I kept getting up to pee. Reed went with me
each time.
About the third time, I was so exhausted, the thought of moving one more
time too much, that I just sobbed and sobbed, all the way to the bathroom,
on the toilet, and back to bed, then stopped abruptly and fell back to
sleep.
The next day I stayed in bed all day long. I could actually see my body
becoming rehydrated hour by hour, and it brought me such psychological
relief. My breasts, which I feared would never return to normal, filled
back out. By the next day, I learned the true meaning of the word bloated.
Every part of my body was full, was tight and hard to move. Levi told
me to take a ginger bath to get rid of some of that water. I did and felt
a lot better.
It was five days
before I even began to feel like myself and stay out of bed or off the
couch for any length of time. It was two weeks before I truly felt like
myself again.
Was it worth it?
Yes. Because as these scenes replay in my head over and over again, I
am grateful that they are my memories, my experiences. Now when I do laundry,
its not just me doing laundry, its me who just did a show,
and has these things to think about.
Ill be digesting the lessons of the entire experience for a long
time. So far, I know that Ive learned a lot about my body and how
it can be manipulated. Ive learned to relax about my physique to
some degree. Soft spots no longer frighten me because I know I can control
them, and realize that often its just water under the skin. I learned
the particulars of competing, how to pose, diet, etc. Perhaps most of
all, I now move with an ironically humble yet deeper pride, in my physique
and my character. And despite my 12 years of hard work in the gym, people
now suddenly look at me differently, with a new respect. So while my body
changed in the moment, my life has changed forever.
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Monday I had to go
interview a couple of nuns in the morning for the paper, which I sleepwalked
through, then came back home and went back to bed. Today I met a guy about
photos then came home and slept on the couch. My appetite is only very
slowly coming back. I bloated out bigtime by Monday. I never knew the
meaning of bloating until that day. Every part of my body, it was tight
and hard to move, I was so bloated. I called Levi, she told me to take
a ginger bath to get rid of some of that water, I did and felt a lot better.
So! It was dehydration and then heatstroke. And now I'm really slowly
starting to pull it back together. I'm amazed how long it's taking. I
still feel soooooooo tired. And the whole night keeps playing in my head
like it just happened.
And that, my friend, it the whole story, all the embarrassing details
open for your scrutiny. And now I'm going back to the couch.
I did feel fantastically healthy until the finishing off sequence of the
final week. I don't see myself ever doing another one. Or dehydrating
myself for any reason. And I'm scared to go out in the sunlight. There
you go!
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Kat
Ricker is a personal trainer, freelance writer and amateur bodybuilder.
Her articles have appeared in Muscle & Fitness, Fitness Management
and many more. She can be reached at the_mighty_kat2000@yahoo.com
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