Thank you for being here; thank you for coming home

"Who do you do it for ?"
PT

Launch IST into the jet stream. Long haired blonde off to points way off the beaten track.


Sunday

Rockin 90 minutes with B. EH stops and assists him, she is wading in. Very lucky to have her. Equinox is the best gym; I love those people. We get the big smiles and waved in each Sunday, never a charge for B. All levels of management are stoked to have him there. Nothing but good.

Into the office the up to CT. Dense 60 minutes and more ab work and I'm smoked.


IST planning Monday. In to pick up currency, 1:00 Pradeep class.

Best yoga class I've ever taken. Felt beastly strong, perfect pace (hard) and music rocked it. He knew it too, out later he clasps my hand, we were both sooo pumped. Uplifting energizing experience.
Tuesday, prepping Ian.
Drop him off at airport. He is snarly and terrified. Hands are shaking at checkout and starts the wrong way up people mover. Monitor his gate changes throughout night. He is on his 13 hour flight to Addis Ababa by 7:45am pst.
Wednesday, go in to work and workout, thrashed from little sleep. Decent billing day, but never get to train. Too busy and honestly too fried.  I try to not look at IST's flight on FlightTrack every five minutes, not much luck there.

Texts from IST at 10:00. He is in Ethiopia.  Can't believe he is so far away.  Texts at 3:40 am, problem at Kenya customs, needs hard copy of itinerary. Hah. Offer to email to whoever, hear nothing for 20 min, during which I am convinced it's Midnight Express.
He texts that he is on his way, meets driver and at Reef Hotel in Mombasa.  A few incoherent messages, and he sleeps for 16 hours.

Thursday
Into office.  Tired, fried and cranky.  No training for two days and bizarre partner meeting.  I really want to sleep, but can't go three days.
Knock out 15/15 16kg 7rep pace x 60.

Friday
Better.  Incoming from IST, he is back among the living, high spirits and excited and posting on fb.  Oh to be 18 again.
Running around, good client lunch, in for work late, race out to catch 90 min Pradeep.  Beautiful class.  So hard.  At 80 minutes in we are winding down in seated spinal twist and it feels like time has stopped.  There is nothing but his voice, low thrum of music and breath.  Class stretches to 100 minutes and roll out drenched, shower and down market reborn.
Saturday, early firm picnic, nothing.
Sunday
Long slow dog walk.  Want to throw metal, no time, it's Steve's 70th, Chuck and Steve's 40th year of being together, and third anniversary, they caught the window.  Steve runs through his bio, the room is full of academics, politicos, judges, musicians. As eclectic group as one would find.  Great event:

Pretty crappy week for training, two kettlebell classes, three yoga classes, and a do walk.  S'ok.  Few other things going on, make it up over next couple . . .