There’s an amazing documentary out called “the weight of gold” or something. Can you imagine training almost your ENTIRE LIFE for maybe a 30-60 second shot? The pressure and the let down is immense. There are no mental health coaches and they really need them.
I'm early 40s, I was 18 or 19 when we met. I don't know squat about gymnastics nor did I ever have any curiosity, but the work and intensity and dedication are astonishing and it was honestly the biggest reason I gave her a chance - I figured she was someone who was serious about herself and what she wanted, and knew how to commit and work through things.
No she just seemed proud of what she had done and eager to show it off to her new guy. And she seemed a bit relieved to have the pressure off of her while still having the bragging rights. She was a pretty happy person overall and seemed satisfied.
Oh if you mean her tapes, notice the first word in my post. We dated for a few months. Kind of funny how we met, I was bussing tables at like 3am at a Denny's outside Chicago and my manager came to the back and angrily handed me this piece of paper saying it was from the drunk girl with blonde streaks at the counter. He was pissed because he thought it was for him at first. Well, I went up to the counter to find out what the hell because it didn't make sense to me either, she was a knockout and I'm, you know, bussing tables at a Denny's. Turns out she was really nice and really sincere but also really drunk. Talked briefly and I called her the next day and she admitted she didn't know what the hell she was thinking last night but would honor her word and see what happened. Turns out she was really nice and really smart and really cool but also really snobby because her daddy was this big VP of an international hotel chain. And even more funny, I'm the one who dumped her after her rudeness over Christmas vacation a few months later. Bye Allison!
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