Yesterday I sat in my chair at the office and – yuck – realized I had smeared my boots with dog shit. On a closer – double yuck – look, or, rather, smell I figured it was a mixture of dog shit and carrion. It was almost 1AM, I was home from having dinner with […]
When life is its own metaphor: heavy and smelly Leia mais »
In two weeks I will be going to Colombia to take part on the South American WPC powerlifting championship. About everything that could go wrong did go wrong: I had planned on going equipped, I had some experience with equipment, especially the bench shirt, but for some reason, I did not adjust. In 2011 I
Yes, because there’s good stress. Good stress is manageable, predictable stress. There is, there must be some stress when you are just about to get under a loaded bar with over 85% or 90% of your presumed maximum. There is obviously stress related to preparing for the potentially infinite amount of unpredictable factors at play
Bad stress and the athlete Leia mais »
This is not an essay. This is not an argument. This is just a note to myself and everybody else to pursue this line of thinking further, and also to share my very slight enthusiasm about discovering it. It sounds like a productive approach: the relationship between hope and burnout. I haven’t really read the
