Le vin du depanneur est $12… et tres bien!

here’s some pics. i am drunk.

Practically Every Arse Causes Entropy

I got 3rd. yeah.

I got 3rd. yeah.

damn you! just look at me!!

damn you! just look at me!!

Do you think he beat me?

Do you think he beat me?

Baker

je suis le trois… uh… best bod-e-bill-Der du monde!!

Hurrah, Iced Mochas away!

so the judges ignored me for the symmetry and muscularity rounds. they actually did not even look in my direction. weird. i’ll post pics soon, make up your own mind.

but then came the free posing, and suddenly the judges were looking at each other like “where’d this guy come from?!” So i got bumped to third.

maybe i’ll unretire the speedo and try to turn pro in October.

One love,
the big, the bad, and the BAKER

And So…

Todays itinerary: train, train clients, train abs, get airbrushed, hop a ferry to Vancouver. Tomorrow: to the east, my brother, to the east my brother, to the east.

I swore i would do this as healthily as, and i am standing by that. well, other than the last 36 hours of no carbs which left me 3 brain cells shy of cromagnon man. I will not dehydrate, certainly not in the slightest before my plane ride. i may come in a wee bit watery, but, hey, at least i’ll be able to enjoy the rest of my trip!

that isn’t to say i don’t want to win, it is simply that as someone who rants against fasting and dietary extremism of any kind, i would be hypocritical to indulge in such tactics. even in the bleakest hours of my diet i ate vegetables, tried to get some good fats. I relied on the training this time rather than starvation, and i feel better for it. will i look better for it? i think so, but it will be the judges who have the final say.

Anyway, thanks to all my friends, family, and clients for putting up to me. Thanks especially to Shelley who, as usual, had to deal with the worst of it and did so with the grace of the angel she is. Thanks to Mark for punking out on the local show and forcing me to look for something sooner, Thanks to Dylan & Jacquelyn for the support. Teddy, you’re my brother in absentia, great to have you back; Kev, i think you get what this is as much as anyone… Apologies to Anami, Nuv, Haddow 1, and Haddow 2Point-Oh! for denying you the opportunity to see the speedo live in full effect. Big Love to all the Fisj, zeds are for Yankees. Thanks to Charles for reminding me why we do this. To Erin, KrisP, Heather, Brenna, Palvi, and all my other victims, thanks for putting up with me and don’t think you get to slack off while i’m gone.

Andrew, Grant, Shannon, Chris, and all my other sparring partners: the battle is done, but the war doesn’t end sunday. be afraid. be very afraid.

Special thanks to Pa Baker and Justin for making the trip a little easier, and Ma Curry for the support.

Anyone i forgot, my apologies; i think my glycogen stores just ran out. me go train abs. urg.

Positive Energy Activates Constant Elevation

then again…

ok, so now we’re booked for our trip, and I’ll be doing the novice at the World’s. crazy. Not sure if it is nerves, or just that previously alluded to diet induced clarity, but i’m not sure i want to be all tanned and greased and get on stage. in the last 6 years i haven’t had much of a desire to step onstage again, and i still don’t really. but i think i talked it up to much, and it is time to put my money where my mouth is.

i think this qualifies as my turning 30 crisis, my last ditch effort to show i am still capable of performing. so, officially, in writing, let me declare that this is the last one. ever. for real.

things i did well:
- Diet: lots of vegetables the whole way through, no real starvation tactics
- Training: more cardio than before

Things i didn’t do so hot on:
- Tanning: still suffering from Casper-itis (do the kids even know who Casper is?)
- Late stages of diet: panicking, doing two days of shakes only.
- Training: not enough cardio!

Anyway, it’ll be cool to be in the world’s, always fun to compete at something and we’re taking a few days just me and the lady to hang out after.

wish me luck!

The World Can Wait (or: Ouch! My Back!)

So there i was, all pumped and preened for a local competition, so near peaking and 3 1/2 weeks still to go. Ever so hungry, i began looking for another show, one perhaps a bit sooner so i might indulge in my iced skim mochas and rejoice that much sooner.

what’s this, then? the world natural championships, and you needn’t qualify? huzzah?! dope, i thought to myself as i jumped to expedia to find a cost-effective means of elevating myself to international level competitor.

After 2 days of turning it over in my head, it became increasingly apparent that this was not an inexpensive trip. as of now, i am 95% certain it is beyond my means right now and i will have to forego these World’s and perhaps settle for nationals in a few months.

Compounding this is my minor back injury which presented yesterday, unfortunately choosing to make an appearance during a set of squats. oy. i have yet to have an injury free approach to a competition, but this seems, so far, relatively minor.

anyway, there’s an update. i will settle that 5% doubt by tomorrow and make a final decision. Of course, it is the world’s, how cool would that be?