Stripping off my fur coat

Another fun tire day last week! Weeeee…..my favorite part is when I went over to the two truck tires he wanted me to flip end over end up and down a 75ft. parking lot. I went over to the smaller of the two, which is 150 lbs, and was the one I struggled with 5 weeks earlier. Obe shook his head and pointed to the huge one.....which was 600lbs. I laughed incredulously….and said, no….this is the one I flip. He shook his head and told me….that’s the girl’s tire.

After the workout I limp upstairs to shower and grab a much needed protein shake. That’s when I met Marvin. He is huge! I mean…HUGE! While Obe is obviously very strong and powerful, Marvin has obviously been a bodybuilder for many years. His biceps are bigger than my calves…and I actually have big calves.

We start talking….and after we chat for about 15 minutes, I sheepishly admit to him that I want to enter the Classic next summer. I know, why be nervous about it since I’ve repeated this goal continuously in cyberspace for months. Well it’s a very different thing to write something down and send it to the unnamed masses (or in my case the 6 people who read this slop) as opposed to telling someone what you want to do who is fully qualified to tell you that you are a total ass hat for even considering your lame idea.

Marvin looked at me for a minute…..smiled very slightly and said, okay. I asked him….what will I need to do to be ready for July. He looked me dead in the eye, and said one word…..that will stay with me until I an either onstage, or I’ve given up on this stupidity. He said…..wait for it…….suffer. Sign me up I say…….I can do that. He told me that workouts with Obe are great, but they won’t get me onstage. He can help me learn to pose, and walk me through the process so I’m comfortable at the Classic. He even can finish me off with my training…once I strip off my fur coat. “Fur coat”, I repeat? He points to my abs……you need to get under 6% body fat…and you’re right now well over 25%. You have time….but I can’t get you there without stripping off your fur coat. Before I can get a word out to ask how the hell I do that, he says, “No more starches”. “You need to stop eating pasta, breads, rice, potatoes, or any other glutens. The coat will come off pretty fast…..but I need to be able to see your muscles to get you there.” I object…I’m going to the beach next week?! He nods….”enjoy your vacation, start the day you get back. And make sure you eat….you can’t get there without eating.”

Now…it’s Obe in the morning, eating 6 times a day, no starches. It’ll be a toss up on what I’ll miss the most….fresh breads, pizza, or french fries.