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Childhood Memories

It's a dangerous night to be walking outside. Not for me, but for the tiny little frogs that dot the gravel road. I swish my overpowered Surefire flashlight across the dark gravel trying to avoid stepping on them. When I get close they freeze in their tracks, making them harder to see. This would be a good reflex if I was trying to eat them, but it's working against them tonight.

I'm walking down to the beach for old times' sake. It's 2am and I'm in Milton, Vermont. Calling it a beach is generous. Shale rocks densely scattered over green outcroppings of weeds lead up to murky water. There are a few docks and a few boats pulled up out of the water. They're not locked to anything - they're just sitting there.

I crouch, pick up one of the little green frogs, and watch him slowly climb around my wrist as I rotate it. I probably haven't touched a frog in ten years. Playing with frogs used to be my favorite thing to do when I was in Vermont. I liked to catch them in a bucket and then empty it into the nearby creek and watch them swim away. Sometimes we'd throw them in the air so that they'd land in the lake. That seems a bit inhumane now, but we didn't know better back then. We were kids. I lower my arm to the ground and nudge the frog off of my wrist.

Turning down business

On minimalift

Today I'd like to elaborating further on character and judgement.

I couldn't stand the guy, and I'd only met him once on a weekend course. His behaviour towards the very knowledgeable and well mannered tutor was belligerent, and his general demeanour was one of arrogance and superiority. Granted, he was very strong, but I didn't see strength in his character. Out of all the participants, he was the only one I never wanted to see again. I later found out he lived close to me and I often saw him train clients in the local park.

Time passed and the trainer opened a facility of his own. Good on him - he has strong branding and his facility reflects his vision. It's the kind of place I'd like to train. A fellow lifter and coach was running weightlifting workshops and short courses there. The owner wanted more - regular slots for classes to build a weightlifting club for his clientele. Now while my colleague wasn't able to commit to that, he knew I was in the market for additional coaching and put in a strong word. Then he asked me if I was interested. Whilst I greatly appreciated him thinking of me first and thanking him, I had to tell him flat out:

"I won't line that guy's pockets. I don't respect him."

Having seen his character in the wild with no prior dealings, it's out of the question that I could lend my arm to his business. It doesn't matter how much money's on the table. I will only associate with people of good character. This is one aspect on how I conduct my business, and there is more to come on that topic.

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