On to the Yorton
I had six weeks after the KC show to get a little leaner, but not to lean. No big deal right? BRRRR This is the tightrope we as Bikini competitors walk. If I lose too much weight then I would place lower for being too lean. If I filled out in a “bad way” I wouldn’t be lean enough. In this time I fell “flat” (for those that don’t know what that means- my muscles didn’t look as full/ my skin didn’t look as tight around my muscle). Andrew saved the day by adding carbs/meal and cutting my cardio… so all and all “staying where I was, but a little lean” wasn’t THAT bad ha!
As the weeks ticked on I started to second guess myself a little. I thought maybe I should change my posing. I thought “maybe I can’t place 1st… Maybe I’m look too Girl-Next-Door and not enough Victoria’s Secret…. Maybe I want a doughnut!?”
Then I was reminded of the advice my husband, one of the best athletes I know, once gave me:
“There are hundreds of players just as good as Michael Jordan or LeBron James… the difference is that MJ and LeBron KNOW they are the best.”
Imagine what we could do if we stopped second guessing ourselves…. (deep stuff there)
Because I’m not MJ or LeBron, I left myself little reminders that I was capable of achieve my goal.
I put post-its around my house: in the bathroom, on my nightstand and on the fridge door. I made myself a poster of me and the Yorton Cup and made it my screensaver on my iPad and phone. No matter where I looked I was reminded of my goal and the outcome I was working to make come true. Yes, I know I can’t control what happens when I walk on stage, but I did know I could walk out there feeling like THE Kristy Leconte. (cheesy but true).
Normally the week leading up to a show I have a mental countdown. This time it wasn’t like that. People would check in on me… “How do you feel?” The answer… “Nothing. Really. It doesn’t seem like the show is in X days.” I was so focused on what I had to do in the moment that I wasn’t looking ahead. During my cardio I put my hat on, hood up, closed my eyes and envisioned myself on stage (a tip from Andrew). With every meal I thought of how it was fueling my body to be the best it could be. With every posing practice I called upon my inner Diva, her name is Felicity.
The drive to the show was about nine hours. I listened to a book I listened to earlier in my prep “The Champion’s Mind” which helped me stay mentally focused. There weren’t moments of doubt like I had in the past.
When I got to the check-in I was relaxed. Normally I’d have a mini anxiety attack at that point. Maybe it’s the polygraph, or when they give you your numbers, that normally made me think and feel suddenly “this is real,” but this time… nothing.
Next, it was tanning time. Yvette and her team were amazing and took all the stress out of standing in a tent naked and cold! 🙂
After all of my “to do list” was done and it was just and my thoughts again, I wasn’t nervous. I visualized hitting my poses, my walk and being called as the Yorton Cup Champion over and over again. I prepped my mind just like had done with my body.
Day of the show I drove to the venue cool as a cucumber, which again isn’t my normal state. I normally get a rush of heat, get watery eyed, with my heart racing, and it gets hard to breathe just for a minute. This time I was in what some athletes call a “flow state.”
Backstage I enjoyed seeing everyone I had stalked for months on Instagram and actually talking to them in person, but I didn’t lose sight of my goal. Oh don’t act like you don’t do it!
During prep judging I wasn’t moved at all, but I did realize that they put one of the competitors I knew would be one of the top competitors next to me. I didn’t focus on it. I just did what I had practiced for hours without second guessing myself (which yes… I had done on stage before).
I didn’t know where I going to place after prep judging, but you never know in this sport. I took the rest of the show to enjoy my time with my best friend and other competitors (really one of the best parts of show… the people you meet).
Sissy that walk to the top five!
In our league our evening show is made up of our Twalks, a 60-90 sec stage walk that we do alone. I enjoy this, but I normally just go with whatever music they play. This time I picked the song “Sissy That Walk” by Ru Paul (I watched a lot of Ru Paul Drag race during my cardio sessions). I knew every beat to the song… it was like Ru herself took over for the 90 secs (which was the longest I’d done before). I was in a little bit of “awe” with how great it felt!
Next thing I knew they were calling the top five out. I was the last one called. I was standing closest to the front of the stage, with each place I took a step closer to the remaining competitors. Five, four, three… I took a deep breath and said to myself one more time (FIRST place Kristy). Second place was called… instantly tear rushed to my eyes. HOLY SHIT… I DID IT! Cry face and all… I WON THE YORTON CUP (I’m a crier, ever since the first time I saw Bambi). My best friend was there to hug, thank goodness because I was a little weak in the legs and in full cry at that point (thanks Heather… she hates hugs). By the time I was backstage the husband was there. I threw my arms around his neck and he picked me up like he did on our first date 15 years ago.
The show was live-streamed and by the time I got to my phone I had a mess of text messages, facebook messages and posts, and a missed call from 2014 Yorton Cup Champion Danika Johnson. It was surreal! It wasn’t cloud nine…. it was higher than that! I had reached a dream I had strived for! Holy shit.. again I did it.
I know this post might not help you at first, but in closing (finally… this was a long post, I know) with no bullshit here (thanks Michael, Chuck, and Andrew for never letting me BS myself)… Stop getting in your own way. For some reason we think everyone else has this secret power and that maybe if we just knew what that was we would be better. Well, I really hate to burst your bubble, but the only difference between you and “the winner” is… hard work. Listen…. the only thing that makes me different from you is probably time in the field, posing and understanding my body. Maybe you will come across a liar that says they didn’t have to diet or do cardio. Don’t let them fool you! It takes hours in the gym (both cardio and weights need to happen) and following an eating plan. Even IIFYM people cut down to chicken, turkey, rice and sweet potatoes in the end (don’t be fooled).
You will be at the gym for about 1-2 hours a day. You will eat 90% “clean foods”. You will get your sleep. You might feel weird about eating out Tupperware, making a special order out or not eating with your friends and instead just going out with them to enjoy their company. This is only for a small period in your life. Like I’ve said in the past, remember your why! When times get tough (because they will, this is not an easy sport) you can cry a little, but suck that shit up and get back to working towards your goal!
YOU will get there! Keep moving forward.