The week before the first comp I had a tummy bug which meant
- no training
- no drinking
- bed at 9:30
- eating bland and sensible food
My main focus was just making it to the competition, of course at the time I was bummed that I had been ill before the competition but because of the above I made it to the competition relatively (for a mother with a 2&5year old) well rested and feeling ready to lift compared to what has happened this time.
This time I have been fine (thankfully) but this has meant preparation to feel my best on Sunday hasn’t gone so well. My week has proceeded as normal with a glass of wine in the evening, bed at 10:30 (which I regard as late) and my diet which veers from vitamin rich kale to doughnuts. I admit this is down to me having the willpower of a ravenous crocodile and an inability to go to bed at 10pm. I woke up this morning (6:05am, thanks for the lie-in 5year old) and despite what I wrote in my last post about not being the best, or even my best, I felt guilty for not preparing better (not the training part, I’m happy with my training) and also NERVOUS. That butterflies in my stomach, the my god why the hell am I doing this feeling. Which I am currently trying to drown with tea. Maybe it’s because I didn’t come last and therefore this time I actually feel pressure to do ok (or at least not come last?) , maybe because I haven’t got the excuse well it’s my first competition, maybe it’s because I am slightly competitive even when I know I am not going to be the best.
There is a lot of maybes, despites and nerves in that above paragraph. Oh well, in 24 hours I will be eating a carb happy breakfast, probably going for a pee every 10 minutes and spending the day with ladies who like to lift, interspersed with doing short amounts of exercise lifting heavy things. But today I am going to get my children dressed, go watch Monsters University and then spend the afternoon by the seaside. Two very different but equally great days.
I hope you all have happy weekends.