Whether I succeeded or not is anyone's guess. I stayed with my younger brother and his wife in their new home, arriving fairly late and dragging him to his gym so that I could get in my last workout. His wife was away on business, so he didn't mind the company, and he even indulged me with his attention as I hit a few poses while training. For those of you who compete, I'm sure you know how it is to feel all eyes staring at you while you train, because people can't figure out why you keep hitting poses and staring in the mirror. They probably assume that you're so overwhelmed with your good looks, that you can't help yourself.
Narcissism has nothing to do with it.
Rather, you are involved in construction, and the mirror is your tape measure. More often than not, you are not satisfied with the quality of your work. That accomplished, we returned to his house and turned in. The next day, I got up late and eventually drove to New Castle, to my parents' store. I took my computer so I could get some work done, and I took a bag of food.