Unforgettable Years – Gilson’s Dungeon
I am home, sick and miserable from a cold which has been keeping me away from the Gym for a couple of days. Whatever happens, tomorrow I am back squatting my guts out and pressing the hell out of me.
My last healthy day there was Saturday. As we were training hard … Renatinho, Eric, Dani and I … the old blue rack arrived. It had been away for fixing. It is a pretty good rack, one with side supports that allow us to do squat-with-pause training and many other accessory exercises.
We stopped our workout to unload the truck and bring the rack inside. Gilson asked us to choose where to put it and we chose the “little room. I call that “Gilson’s Dungeon. Like Draper’s Dungeon, it is small, tight and windowless. Like Draper’s Dungeon, we have fun, we laugh and sweat together. Friendship and solidarity are almost material, dripping from our pores with the sweat.
Friday, Gilson and I had a meeting with the attorney who is helping us with the NGO paperwork. “Paraisopolis Power (www.paraisopolispower.org ) is finally a reality.
These are the hard, wild and heroic years of constructing a dream. Painful, sometimes; crazy, most of the time; exciting, always … these are unforgettable times.
I wish I can look back a few years from now and sing “these are the years that were hard fought and won (Midnight Oil … Forgotten Years).
