Simple and effective methods
I darted through the doorway without a sound, trying to make myself invisible. Instantly adopting the gait and carriage of someone that belonged there, I switched from the condition of sharpened alertness I needed outside the door to a calm, composed state of being. "Blend" – that is the key and, I have to modestly admit, I was a master chameleon.
It was just a few weeks past my twenty-first birthday and I had saved a few measly dollars and made the three-hour drive to Columbus to attend the Arnold Classic. I was sleeping on the floor of my cousin Gary’s apartment, which saved me some cash, and managed to put enough together for a nose-bleed seat for the evening show. The $350 VIP seats were as far from my grasp as a brand new Ferrari but what I lacked in wealth, I knew I could make up for in stealth. I had thoroughly enjoyed the contest. Watching my boyhood heroes through binoculars would fuel my training to new levels for months. The post-contest VIP buffet was a chance to mingle with them in person. I couldn’t let the fact that I didn’t have a ticket stand in the way.