I already wrote about “my life”, and now I will write about one of my many “ordinary” days. Sit down and try to imagine it … I sleep, although I could not sleep tonight … I am after a two-night service shift, six heavy training sessions in the last week and after a long rolling. I fall asleep at about twelve thirty in the morning (12.30). Even in my sleep I feel my sore and strained back and legs as if I have them made from lead. Suddenly the alarm rings, and it is 4:15 a.m… I’m dying for the first time … I get up, first I go to the toilet, I need to quickly wash, dress in sports clothes and climb on the Orbitrac … When my leg slips, I almost hit my head on the construction. On the second attempt I’m starting to pedal… and I am dying for the second time … the first 15 minutes are always tragic (sometimes the entire hour). How many times do I say that in these early hours I do not understand what I’m doing and I consider the question of whether my body is willing to burn fat? The machine starts, quietly squeaking and I’m afraid to wake the neighbors … After less than an hour, with joy I quit … I’m quite fine, although tired. Next follows the shower. I put food into my “work” bag and then a few minutes after six o’clock I set out to work. Work begins from 7 am. It is quite enough. Once in a while I have time for consultations, files, I write something on the computer … It’s noon … My colleagues go to lunch and they ask whether I want to go with them and roguishly, I wink. It is well known to them that I always have food with me: some rice and the chicken in plastic boxes, all accurately weighed, with no fat, condiments and spices … Instead of rice, I occasionally take rice cakes, which are my favorite. The afternoon then passes pretty quickly and I look forward to training.
A little after seven o’clock in the evening I am already in the gym. Today I have a relatively “light training” of my back. I’m starting to work out and I am very tired … Next to me sits a girl on a bicycle, and she wants to talk. I smile at her and with my sad eyes I plead with her to let me just pedal with my MP3 in my ears and most importantly, at least, relax a little bit … The girl does not understand, and she burbles and burbles … I do not even listen to it, and I’ve had enough … I say to myself, “Didn’t she see that I have a headset that I’m really tired and I do not want to talk ?” Normally yes, but now I am before the competition. I am on a diet for more than 4 months, and I try to work hard as a devil, even though I am running on empty. And now I really workout.…not enough sleep, work and sometimes even enough for me “brutal diet” exhausted, last power. I get off of the exercise bike and go practice first a series of selected excercises … In that moment a man “known from the gym”, come to me ( but according to his skeletal muscles built, he looks like my grandmother after a celebration). And he begins: “Oh, I have not seen you. Why do you not stop over?! I saw you at the reunion of the representation in the photos on the net, and you looked … well … not so good. Don’t you want to change trainers or training ?! “I’m dying for the third time … What can I say? I smile … well, rather I sneer (I really don‘t want to smile) and I go to work out …Maximally after 90 minutes, I quit! Tired, but happy! I’m going to the shower and the girl in the changing room asking me if I exercise. I just nod … I’m leaving, and on my way I manage to do some shopping. I want to stop to pick up a package at the post office, but I am not able to manage that as they are already closed now for two hours … I come home. It is approximately nine o’clock in the evening, and I am unpacking my shopping. I am hanging up sweaty sports clothes and starting to prepare meat in the steamer for the next day and cook the rice. In doing so, I say to myself, “When will I finally have a change and finally have fish again ?” I’m getting a headache from the chicken. I am studying the schedule of my menu from the trainer, and I can see that in a week I’ll be able to “afford it”, of course, with no fat, no salt, no spices … All I have to do is put my meals for the next day in boxes … still I need to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. I look at the clock, and it is 11:15pm … I sit at the computer and answer the “backlogs” from the Internet … and I open my profile on Facebook, and I flip through new messages. Some are without text, only with a big smiley face … One winks, the other laughs, the next applauds … other times it would make me laugh … I drink water and slowly I get ready for bed.
Tomorrow I will have more spare time, but in the morning I need to go to the bank, then to the authorities and take a journey to my coach from Prague to Plzen and back. It all comes to me at least for 4 hours of my time. First she will inspect me in a swimsuit, we will discuss my current state, then hard training, and the exercise set.I wake up from “dreaming,” respective of what awaits me for the next day, actually today … I look at the clock, it displays twelve thirty at night … or morning … Well, it is not important! I shut down the computer and close Bobik in his cage. Do not worry, it’s my parrot and he belongs there … He has a perch, toys, food, goodies and he sleeps there. I need to brush my teeth, and I prefer to not look at the watch. Leisure day is that I am not going to work. I serve for the police and I have shifts, day and night, except for some “special events,” or a security measure, when I go “as needed.” So I have the “luxury of getting up” at 6 o‘clock , albeit with a “cardio.” Then I can start running … But not outside or in a gym but on a machine, but going to the authorities in dealing with the arrears of work, which rushed off my feet.I sleep.
If you’ve read this far, I admire you and maybe you’re wondering why I have not written something positive … I can answer it simply. I will be happy to do so, but next time I will write about “some experience,” like from the competitions that are waiting for me. I wanted that those who write me, on Facebook or wherever, “an evil” thing and like to criticize and disparage the achievements of others to think a little bit that success is really quite often very painful and my day does not start by waking up at 9 am, with breakfast in bed, with a few paces in my pool, and then relaxation training … But all is so far by the miles! For example, for me to take part in the European Championships in Spain in 2014, I had to switch my shifts,for me to have a free time for competitions and to go there. Well, then I prepared for the Amateur Olympia in Prague (2014) . I prepared myself for only 14 days while I had 3 night shiftsin sequence, day off and again 3 night shifts… Friends, I do not cry. You would underestimate me, or do not want to complain. But imagine how difficult time it is performing in such an important competition, which Amateur Olympia in Prague 2014 indisputably is, when you had six night shifts… I really don‘t want to complain or cry about how hard it is to be a “working amateur”,… I am well aware that it is difficult in life for millions of other athletes around the world! And I always try to be humble, and so I could appreciate myself. I shortly described here what almost all amateur athletes around the world experience while they are preparing as professionals. But certainly they do not have same conditions as that! Let’s wish together much success for all these athletes! Let‘s demonstrate appreciation for someone in the neighborhood, and it does not matter whether she’s doing: “female bodybuilding”, now newly “physique”, athletics, boxing, biking, or playing rugby, or swimming … It is not important what sport you’re doing, but it is important how and what you sacrifice? Thank you again for your huge support and I look forward that next time you going to read only positive things! Your Lenka Dear friends, Thank you all for your support and favours, that are very important for any athlete! Without the assistance of others, the preparation for competition would be very complicated and difficult. To all those that support me, I would like to thank very much.If you would like to support me, I will be very happy.