Within half an hour of the exhibition opening, I already had a six pack burnt into my retinas. I could fill an entire post with descriptions of the various people(?) I encountered over the four days: The guy with a six pack on the back of his neck, the guy so muscular that his wife had to assist him in taking off his backpack and t-shirt for a photoshoot, the woman whose six pack was so defined that you could have clipped your nails with it, and of course, as customary for Germany, the guy complaining that nowhere was serving beer. Oh, and so many guys in vests with their nipples showing. FIBO really is a sight to behold.
Please note, I'm not mocking these people. Except for maybe the beer guy. And he was a bit of a bellend anyway. And seriously guys, we get that you're buff, but your nipples aren't doing anything to prove that further. Anyway, no, I'm not mocking these people; they are living proof of their dedication, their willpower; their ability to put what they really want ahead of what they want now. It's invariably fascinating to chat with them and learn how and why they train.
If there's one thing that I'll take with me though, it is one line from a conversation that I had on the last day, with a particularly chiselled guy even by FIBO standards. The perfect advice for anyone starting out.