I trained at home and at our local gym. Desperately wanting to get back into some-kind of decent shape, I began following the female body-building world, I read magazines, watched ESPN’s broadcasts of competitions, and even attended local competitions where I got to see beautiful Marjo Selin and Charla Sedacca (known for her awesome biceps). Well, I caught the fever; I wanted to be a bodybuilder. I was hooked.
I bought and read anything and everything on bodybuilding, anything I could get my hands on. I even plastered posters of male and female bodybuilders in my garage—surrounding myself with motivation. I had posters of Rachel Mclish, Gladys Portugues, Carla Dunlap, Mary Roberts, Lenda Murray, Anja Langer, Cory Everson, and “no-last-name-necessary” Arnold and Lee Haney, just to mention a few. I was obsessed; I breathed, ate, slept, and dreamt bodybuilding. I wanted very badly to become one of them; to be up on stage, showing off my chiseled physique, my hard-earned bulging muscles.
If they could do it, then I most certainly could do it too, and why not?
And then I saw an advertisement that Cathy Palyo, a National Champ, for a fee, would train and educate a novice on the lifestyle of bodybuilding. The arrangements were made, and my hubby and I spent three days with Cathy and Bill Palyo.
During our stay I was on cloud nine. Cathy and Bill were perfect hosts, and the meals they prepared for us were so delicious that one would have never guessed they were low fat and low sodium. We trained and ate and trained… We spent the next week feeling more pain than we had a right to. It hurt to sit. It hurt to stand. It hurt to walk, to breathe…it hurt to be awake!
What was the saying? No pain no gain!!
I am not complaining here, we had a wonderful time. We learned a lot, enough to keep us motivated throughout these past many years.
Alas, a bodybuilder’s lifestyle was not for me. I was a stay-home mom, a full-time mommy. I made my children my priority; and the amount of training and time required to be a worthy and acceptable competitor would not have ever fit into my Mommy Agenda. Sure, I continued to work out every day, I got up early, worked out while the children were still sleeping, and went to the gym when I was able to get a relative to sit with them. But being a “bodybuilder” requires time and devotion, and I couldn’t afford to give all that it required of me then.
Today, hubby and I continue to faithfully workout with weights, lifting 3-4 times weekly. We’ve set good habits to follow, and I am sure we will continue to lift when we are wrinkled and possibly wearing dentures!
We dream a life to be; we live to dream that life! (vka)