In case you didn’t notice, I haven’t been around as much as usual. The truth is that for the last 27 days (minus 2 days I had off) I’ve been working relatively non-stop at that big tournament held in Queens every year where they hit the little yellow ball over the net.
Not gonna lie… it wasn’t how I planned on spending a month of my life this summer. It was actually the furthest thing from my mind just a few seemingly short weeks ago when I was planning my trip to Cleveland for Author Marketing Live while dreams of Sizzler, and Chillis, and Red Lobster, and all the places Poppy hates to eat at that I love danced through my head.
There was an opportunity.
Against what was then probably my better judgement, I took it. I put a lot of faith into a core group of people that I knew were trustworthy and wouldn’t let me down. We made the most of it… and they exceeded my greatest expectations which made every single sleepless night, missed meal, and moments of elevated blood pressure worth it.
Don’t be fooled, really I was just the stuffing in a white shirt. I know that’s exactly what I was meant to be on this, and I like to think I did a decent job at fulfilling that role of window dressing.
The truth is that I work with rockstars and superstars. Giants in a land of puny mortals when it comes to the ginormity of events like this.
It’s just one of those weird coincidences not one of them actually stand over 5 feet 1-inch tall and an absolute pure accident of carnage when they manage to get their hands on a Red Bull.
Over the course of the 25 days I actually did manage to accomplish a few things… mainly in walking. Thanks to my Fitbit I know that I took 365,649 steps, walked 110.74 miles, climbed the equivalent of 186 flights of stairs, and had my first 25,000+ step day. I also know that I slept an average of 4.23 hours a night over the same time period, which is actually slightly higher than I had originally thought. It felt more like a whopping 2 hours a night to be totally honest.
And finally… its done.
Of course, as with all things that you become so involved in, there is a brief second of sadness over the conclusion. It’s not a sadness over the lack of sleep, uber-high activity levels, or insanity that comes from 35,000 people put onto 16 acres during the hottest part of the year while ambient stupidty runs amok. It’s that familiar “summer camp” sadness… the one where you hated being there, but then after your sad not because you miss the situation… but you miss the people you shared the situation with.
Of course, there are other things to look forward to. With this coffin nailed shut the new question is… what’s next?
Guess we’ll all just have to wait and see.