Just like an athlete, I seem to have a have a whole slew of coaches in my life. There’s Head Coach and then my naggie nellies, including Steven, Raul and Rob. This lot can be a pain in the ass, as usually they’re right (but please don’t tell them that, because they remind me of that often enough and they are really nauseating about….well the men are at any rate). Their recent natterings have been over concern of me getting too busy again and not taking enough time to myself. It’s the Olympics people !!!! What do you expect? How am I supposed to slow down now???
Well, as I mentioned before, they are unfortunately usually right. And this time is no different. After week one of my playing my part as socialite at all the pre-Olympic Parties, I’m racing to keep up to the content I’ve been gathering. They’re right. If the Olympics are going to be fun for me, I need comradery and a team.
So what’s a girl to do? Take a page out of the old play book. If athletes can have teams to support them, then bloody well, why shouldn’t I? So that’s what I’ve done. After some grueling winter games trials of my own, two contenders rose from the pack and are ready to sign on to the podium with me, or more aptly into whatever jail cell my hair brain schemes get us into.
This two, let’s face it, incredibly lucky (I mean they do get to hang out with after all) champions are none other than Mario the Intern (stolen from the Ahimsa Media office, as somebodies got to teach this boy a thing or two about the real word, as opposed to whatever do gooder crap Erica is filling his head with) and one time shy gal turned sassy Momma, Brie Mason. Stay tuned for more from the two of them.
Let the Games begin!
