Monday, Nov 20, 2017 – “How can you sleep in a gym?”.”This exercise has only one goal – injury!” Every gym coach learns these phrases and you can hear them in every gym in the world and it always puts a smile on my face. “Hey, how can you train with a cell phone?” “When you come home and see a brown spot on your underpants, then you know you’ve hit you’ve trained right!”
I’m back on track and I’m lifting.
I thought I was back on track a week ago but when I read my own diary, I somehow realize I wasn’t. It’s like when you call your wife from a bar and tell her you’re coming home. Theoretically you’re on your way. It’s just that you’re experiencing some technical difficulties.
These small setbacks and hopes that plop in the thin air are disastrous. You have to have a character to withstand these storms.
I have it, I just can’t do it right now!
Three weeks ago I had a buyer for the house, a buyer for the boat, some hope that with sailboat everything’s gonna be all right. I was in training and tried, although with lousy results to write something smart on the paper that people would actually want to read.
Two weeks ago everything went to hell. Potential buyers dropped out and my writing continued to suck. A friend of mine called me from Brazil and told me that it’s not that easy as it seems with my plans of opening a hotel.
I was depressed – kind of. I had a drink or two and a hell of two weeks. My writing improved, buyers called again and wanted to renegotiate, insurance company paid some money and now everything’s great again as if nothing happened.
So, who says that alcohol doesn’t solve problems?