Bejegyzések 2017. szeptember hónapban

There are certain emotions that can be hard to deal with... let’s take jealousy for instance... and there are certain people who – filled with miserable hostility, acting innocently as previously arranged – are rather ridiculous than maddening...

I know that I’m not loved by everyone... THANK GOD! I don’t need toady love: if someone cannot motivate and support me, they better step out of my way, or I’ll run them over... I don’t like superficiality... if somebody doesn’t like me, just don’t come near me, that’s all. I know, it’s not common to state this because the majority wants to be loved... sycophantic thoughts, game-changing words, fawning conversations... that’s what the world needs...

Well, well... I’d like to give a standing ovation with a chuckle to those who are fit to be tied, who are working against me, who are looking forward to my failure, who are secretly gloating over my mistakes... standing ovation... for THOSE who will NEVER EVER get close to this damn stage, where I am right now... because they are lazy, sycophantic assholes.

Oh, and who do I think I am? Type my name into Google... I’m not used to visualizing or chasing dreams. Instead I WORK, I COUNTINUOUSLY LEARN AND GROW, AND I MAKE SACRIFICES!

In the past four years, I’ve hosted five training camps...The first two took place at one of the Lakes of Délegyháza with 40-50 people, the third and most popular at the Lake Velence with 80-90 people, one in Greece with 50 people, the latest had 47 people and we’re currently preparing for the sixth camp, which takes place in Croatia, and besides that I’m organizing the seventh, which is going to be held in a wellness hotel at Lake Balaton.

Once - with the particpation of adults - we’ve had simple and plain accomodation, once – almost only with the participation of families – we’ve been to a hotel. We’ve been there in 40°C heat, with no shade. We’ve trained on the beach by the ocean on a rainy day. We’ve been cold in wooden houses. We’ve begged for air-conditioning, or prayed for wind... every single Campeniway had it’s own beauty, it’s own atmosphere, and everyone swears by the one they took part in...

Throughout my carreer I’ve worked with hundreds of people: they’ve been to my events, circuit trainings, camps, performances, sports days... We’ve been through a lot together: tiny and sometimes huge confrontations – thanks to all those ill-willed people out there -, nights spent with laughing or sometimes crying, filled with insecurity, a ton of misunderstandings, big reconciliations, even rapprochements. We’re all connected, mostly by the blissful moments and memories we share.

We’re all human beings, we get upset, we take offence, we move on, we admit if we fail or if we’re wrong... but there’s something common between us, something that brought us together and built up a big community. This is me – besides our passion towards sport –, no matter how immodest this might sound... Even if there are people whose memory is quite selective, the facts and the numbers speak for themselves and there are indisputable achievements, that are impossible to doubt...

I remember when someone once told me back in 2014: „there will be a time, when you’ll regret all the work, all the steps and all the decisions that you’ve made that brought you to this point, all the time taken away from you and your family... you’ll see, people are ungrateful!”

Well, these are powerful words... and all of those slaps in the face, disappointment and dummy incomprehension to my actions really made my heart turn ice cold... but there are a few who can melt it. For instance the obese and anxious teeanger who – under my influence - turned into a cheerful young adult right in front of my eyes. Or the hard-working mother with more than one child, who completely transforms into an energetic, beautiful, independent and strong woman and says: „you should be a widely prescribed sedative to all who suffers from depression!”...

But of course, there is the other side of the coin... I cannot put on a mask and cheer with others when one of my guests tells me „I cannot come for a little while, I have cancer...” or the suffering mother bearing and rearing her disabled child tells me right before the workout – while having a lump in her throat – that she might need to send her child into a children’s home because she cannot do that anymore...

But of course it’s not a decent thing to talk about this „human” side of the coin... only posting pics about abs, having fun, not giving a f*ck about anything... well, this is not me... I’ve seen too many tough lives and circumstances that are all having an affect on my reality, since I think about them and feel them... these emotions cannot be locked in the gym... these are all with me, deep down in my soul, affecting and moulding me... and I feel that if one cannot cry with the other deeply, they cannot laugh with them heartily...