I Hired a Hero... Saturday, May 11

Gave my full time assistant, Trainer Stark, his.first mission.  "If you want to work here," I told him, "then do something about the stress" and by stress I was referring to a funny acronym I had made up.

Someone
That
Ruins
Energy for
Sanity's
Sake

... And by S.T.R.E.S.S. I was referring to the fact that my nice relaxing day of meeting and greeting club visitors and training hard was shattered by the arrival of both my 'parents-in-laws'. 

Last night a friend of Snickers and I had called around 4am to tell us that the father of another friend had just died. Snickers headed off to help him out with the funeral service today so Trainer Stark came by the club to help me out with any visitors and to train together. Many visitors came but so did.these.two particular in-laws.

I think I liked it better when I bit my tongue and visited her at her home, at least I could motion to Snickers that I was get "mama-sick" and we could leave. But here, at my club, I can't exactly leave. Today marked her second time visiting, both visits being in the same week so it's been a bit painful. She ripped me 'a new one' like she did the first time -- telling me I need to change this and do that. I don't think she likes anything about our club and she isn't shy at telling me or picking up the broom or cloth to clean. There will always be something to do, something to clean but somehow her visiting always makes me feel like I am lazy here, as if I haven't done any work.

"Do something about S.T.R.E.S.S", I reminded him. Ten minutes later, not only was she out of the club but she was on her way home -- Trainer Stark took it upon himself to drive her in his car. By the time he had returned, I had already tried to take it upon myself to rid the club of the other half of today's S.T.R.E.S.S. by hiding the saw. K-Gere (my FIL) had insisted on sawing away at the ring poles after I had asked him a couple of times to stop. I had started to workout but the smell from the metal being sawed at was making me choke. Its smell filled the club but I couldn't open the door to air it out because of Pyen Chi.  I wanted nothing more than to just crank the tunes and hulk out with training but couldn't. My music was too loud for him and his sawing was too much for me.

Trainer Stark definitely posed as my hero today, saving me from both situations and then going a bit over the top by surprising me with ice cream and cappuccino. 

I know my parents-in-laws mean well, I know that, but they need to perhaps step back and just enjoy the club for what it is -- a work in progress.  When I read of my friends commenting on Facebook about how shocked.and proud they are of just how much work we have done in so little time I can't help but wish my in-laws felt the same.  I still very much feel like I fall so short of their expectations -- their expectations with what kind of wife they wanted for their son, wanted for a daughter-in-law and sister-in-law, and now their expectations for me as an entrepreneur.  

"To hell with them," I told myself, "I love Hulk's" and really that's all that does matter.  This is my dream -- our dream -- but no where in the 'our' did it include them so it's not about to include them now.