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"This is an impromptu post after reading a few more emails come in. The big theme is this.. “Are you really using your time?”
Today was a day that counted.
To explain here’s the breakdown of the day:
2:00am: Arrive at the hotel and immediately go take a cat nap and send the suit to the cleaners. No time to shower because I haven’t hit the gym yet.
5:00am: Alarm clock goes off. Let the games begin. B-line it for the gym, do some lunges and jump rope to warm up and begin squats. 35 minutes elapse. My brain is waking up. 45 minutes have now elapsed, after doing fifteenreps of one legged squats, my legs are beginning to shake and I feel like I just drank 7 bottles of Ciroc and redbull. Wired. Start walking down the stairs and I collapse, this is going to be good.
6:00-6:30am: Within 30 minutes the quick scramble begins. Suit is delivered, shower, shave, change, check emails, breakfast is already delivered to my room which is consumed in 5 minutes, brush teeth and grab my tablet because I have to meet with 120 clients today.
1:00pm: Things are cooling down, as people know the flight leaves in 30 minutes. Time to day game. I shut off my black berry and start opening up girls in the only sushi spot in the airport since all of the other food is undoubtedly disgusting. No sex is going to occur but this city is on the “to visit list” after the warm responses.
1:40pm: Flight takes off and I’m working on some items now that i’ve got wifi and an hour to burn. I notice an overweight woman next to me in biz class and decide that her three different comments on how she doesn’t have enough “me time” to get healthier is enough to send a message. I take the “warm almonds” and return them, take a frozen juice from the airport and set it on the recliner. I then rep out 50 pushups and sit down to read again. She doesn’t talk for the rest of the flight."
