After the contest ?

[Howard]

By 3 a.m. I was tired and was more then half way home.
I really felt horrible, and must have smelled lousy.

[wes]

I`ve been there brother. 

[light weight baby]

nobody is going to read that wall of text which is probably just another one of your boring ass stories about how you were a bber and in the end realized it was all vanity and vexation of spirit

[wes]

I read it.

[light weight baby]

I read it.

well you are a nobody

just like be there who might also read it

[Redux]

That's the best thing Howard has ever written on here. By far.

[wes]

That's the best thing Howard has ever written on here. By far.

DEFINIATELY !!  LOL 

[Board_SHERIF]

good story Bro!...I notice all your stories have a common element and that is "shit"..be honest you like the ever so faint smell of shit right??

[wes]

well you are a nobody

just like be there who might also read it

....and you are a somebody

[light weight baby]

....and you are a somebody

when my millions come in i will be

[Meta-physical]

In Aug 1994, I won the first , last, and only  drug tested NPC contest ever held in Louisiana.
This was the era of the Ironman Magazine Natural shows and the dawn of the Team Universe.
I should have ended my contest season with that win, but I didn't.

The contest promoter was doing another Ironman Natural in Little Rock, Arkansas, the next weekend.
He didn't have many entrants, so, if I'd compete, he'd waive my entry fee.
I heartily agreed and sealed it  with a smile and firm hand shake.

Despite feeling burned out, I managed to stay on my diet and train.
My funds were meager and I had recently gotten divorced.
I was single, driving a GEO Metro with no AC, living in most southern part of central Louisiana.
My fellow gym bros in the local gym helped apply the pro tan and bronzer Friday morning.
With little fanfare, I headed north in the sweltering AUG heat and humidity.

Needless to say, I was f'n hot and got some relief from the breeze with the windows down while driving.
The drive up to Little Rock from my place was a bit over 500 miles on rural Highways.
I made it , sweating like a pig, and the pro tan/bronzer looking streaked and haphazard.
I paid cash for my Motel 6 room, set my cheapo alarm clock and slept.

I woke early, felt like shit and decided a shower would run what was left of my contest "tan".
To save money, I was driving back right after the night show finals.
The show was small with only 9 guys in the men's open.
It was  me and 3 other heavy wts ( over 176) and 5 Lt wts ( under 176).
It was close between me and this local black dude , with big legs.

After the pre-judging, I went to a Mall to eat and kill time.
The night show finals had a small crowd , that were mostly friends and family of the contestants.
I took 2nd to the local black dude and figured he had better legs, so wtf.
Backstage, I congratulated him and talked to a few others in the show.
I did my best to wipe down and take a "whores bath" with some paper towels in the bathroom.
Grabbing my gym bag, 2nd place trophy and water, I headed home.

By 3 a.m. I was tired and was more then half way home.
I really felt horrible, and must have smelled lousy.
The remaining Pro-tan/bronzer was dried and caked on.
My sweat suit was drenched in old sweat and posing oil .
I still had on my posing trunks, now, musty with ball sweat and skid marks
Fuk it, I stopped into a 24/7 truck stop , filled up with gas and ate pancakes and eggs.

I made it home before 8 a.m and felt like dried dog poop.
I threw off my nasty sweats and jumped into the shower.
After eating a couple donuts and choc milk I fell into bed.

Upon waking 9 hours later, I took personal inventory of my life.
I gazed at my 1st and 2nd place Ironman Natural trophy statues on the table.
I had done well and for a minute felt proud to be a decent, drug free bodybuilder.
Then, I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed.

This was no way to go thru life...

[Tapeworm]

Howard...

[Dave D]

You drove 1000 miles round trip because a promoter waived the entry fee?

Yet we're supposed to believe youre intelligent enough to have a PHD?



That said good story Howard (Im shocked I'm writing this).

[light weight baby]

You drove 1000 miles round trip because a promoter waived the entry fee?

Yet we're supposed to believe youre intelligent enough to have a PHD?



That said good story Howard (Im shocked I'm writing this).

he was desperate for recognition/attention/muscle worship

[Hypertrophy]

Well written Howard. I used to be a bicycle racer and did the eastern Canada/ east coast circuit. While driving home after a particularly cold and miserable race near NYC I decided enough was enough and hung up my wheels. Same trophies, same countless hours in the car and instead of protan I had road rash 

[Hack Benchers]

The long lonely time reading a wall of text soooo big and boring I wanted to cry, but in the end I made it and I I finished it completely. I felt pround but also wanted jump of a bridge when assessing how I once again waisted precious time reading Howards fucked up postings.

[8 INCH not biceps]

howard really misses the point at this age with nothing to do bodybuilding is the perfect thing to keep you occupied, you train, flex in the mirror cook some good tasting healthy food, watch some you tube lifting videos to motivate you and just enjoy the day.

[ProudVirgin69]

Good post Howard

[nzmusclemonster]

Didn't read.

Hope this helps.

[Army of One]

After fapping i regretted it, the next day i fapped again, repeat x 7000

[Simple Simon]

well you are a nobody

just like be there who might also read it

I haven't read it but I can guarantee its better than anything you have posted lately

[falco]

I had tears in my eyes when i read the car had no air conditioning.

[_bruce_]

Well written.

[Hack Benchers]

LOL,    I just spit out my diet coke while reading that.

Classic get big humor, you won't get on those "other forums".

If you think no AC was brutal, keep in mind the radio was FM/AM with no CD player .

Automatic or stick?

[Howard]

Automatic or stick?

GEO Metro , 3 cyl ,5 speed manual stick shift w/floor pedal,  factory blue color.
The cheap vinyl plastic interior seats  insured maximum ass crack sweating.

Aaaaaaaaaah, those WEREN'T  the days