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Stepping it UP

I have a goal of doing the Brooklyn Grand Prix show in October...NPC Bikini.

Cmoooon let's face it!! I miss being tanned with hair and makeup and clear heels and showing off my blood sweat and tears in a sparkly bikini on stage in front of hundreds of people.

Tonight I made SURE to keep my cardio rough and intense but also decided that it needed to be rougher and intense-errr than everrr. I worked back and bi's and honestly lacked a
lot of that energy necessary to push through a really good session. I got done as best as I could but I decided midway that if the rest of my workout were to be worthwhile, I needed to recharge. After weights, I ran down
To the locker room and downed half a serving of Hydrowhey, ate a small piece of white bread for carbs/sugar chugged some cold H2O and took one OxyElite Pro.

I started at a moderately fast pace on the stairs with 8lb dumbells on each shoulder for 11 minutes, then 15 minutes of intervals - all out max intensity (minus the weight) for 30 seconds, resting for one minute then repeat, then finished the last minute holding one 8lb dumbbell overhead as I climb-hopped.

Omfgwtfcollaspe

I shed some tears during the last minute. And it felt amazing!! All I could focus on is that bikini stage in October and showing myself that I can far surpass my own expectations - that I can be a true contender and I can place.

I will place.

But I know that competition is about stepping up my own will and determination.

If I put the work in, I will see the results of my efforts! And only I know if I've truly put the work in.

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