Drink of choice: I’ll have the usual. And get one for my Good Friend next to me.
Weird day yesterday. I announced the University of Chicago Dive meet. Got home, had one drink and was whacked. Had to lie down. Managed to get up 45 minutes later, ate a small bowl of soup and went back down. Until 5:00 a.m. Usual rough night, Red Lady, etc… Did manage to get to the gym at 6:00 a.m. for a solid 1 hour + lift. Was whupped, but I made it.
I think it was mental exhaustion. For those of you who have never announced a NCAA Dive Meet, it is fast, furious and precision required. I did two sessions yesterday (and two on Saturday), each one had 198 dives (Saturday had more). My job is to announce the dive but it must be precise: the Diver has to do what I say. If they don’t, it doesn’t count. Then, when the dive is complete, I have to announce the Judges scores (5 Judges). And then on to the next one. I timed it, and 18 dives in the Men’s 1m took about 8 minutes. Takes a lot of focus.
Which is in short supply these days. Google search “Low- T,” and see what you get. I have “Zero T.” Bit ultimately, I think this is good for me. Just like going to the gym, mental exercises like this help.
Gotta get going. Life/I’m cooking dinner calls. Hope to get some stairs in tomorrow. Much love.
Peace out.
My Year as a Eunuch 