First there was Jessica. Now there’s Catherine, the daughter of my second grade teacher, Mrs. Ostberg. Judging from Facebook photo albums, Catherine used to work at a restaurant that requires the lady servers to wear bikinis and blow kisses at customers. Perhaps a bodybuilding agent/impresario was eating wings at the bar and spotted Catherine (who used to go by C.C., I think) and said, “Hey tight ass, we could use a body like yours on the circuit.” C.C. was like, “What circuit?” “The female bodybuilding circuit, dummy. Get in my Subaru.”

That’s how she got sucked up in the whirlwind.

Godspeed, C.C. Your life will be strange. Which isn’t a bad thing.

Tags: bodybuilders, C.C. Ostberg

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