Okay, so I heard about this thing called the Dennis James Classic 2024. Sounds kinda cool, right? So, I thought, why not give it a shot? I mean, I’ve been hitting the gym pretty regularly, and I’m not in terrible shape. Figured it’d be a fun challenge.
First thing I did was look it up online. Turns out there are a couple of these events. One’s in Frankfurt, Germany, on October 26th, and another one’s in Arizona in June. Germany’s a bit far, so Arizona it was.
Next, I started checking out what it takes to actually enter this thing. They got all these categories, like bodybuilding, figure, bikini, and a bunch more. I decided to go for the Classic Physique division. It looked like it was more about symmetry and aesthetics than just being a massive hulk, and that’s more my style anyway.
Then came the real work. I upped my gym game. I was already working out, but now I got serious. More weights, more reps, more sweat. I followed a strict diet plan. Chicken breast and broccoli became my best friends. Okay, maybe not best friends, but you get the idea. It was tough, but I stuck to it.
I kept this up for a few months. I watched videos of other competitors, tried to learn their poses, and practiced in front of the mirror. I even asked a friend who’s into bodybuilding to give me some tips. He showed me how to flex muscles I didn’t even know I had!
- Training: More weights, more reps, more sweat.
- Diet: Chicken breast, broccoli, and a whole lot of discipline.
- Posing: Practiced in front of the mirror, got tips from a friend.
The registration details were online, and I signed up. There was a fee, but I figured it was worth it. I mean, I was already this far in, right?
As the competition date got closer, I started getting nervous. I doubted myself a lot. Was I really ready for this? Was I just making a fool of myself? But I pushed those thoughts away. I had come this far, and I wasn’t going to back down now.
The Day of the Competition
Finally, the day arrived. I showed up at the venue, and it was packed. Lots of tanned, muscular people walking around. It was a bit intimidating, to be honest. But I reminded myself that I had worked hard for this.
I went through the registration process, got my number, and waited for my turn. When my category was called, I walked on stage. The lights were bright, and the crowd was loud. I hit my poses, trying to remember everything I had practiced.
It was over in a flash. I walked off stage, not really knowing how I did. But you know what? I felt good. I had done it. I had actually competed in a bodybuilding competition. That was something I never thought I’d do.
I didn’t win, not even close. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that I had challenged myself, pushed my limits, and achieved something I had set out to do. And that’s a win in my book.