📱 eBook en inglés BELA

Sometimes I ask myself if keeping on playing padel is worth it, if all the sacrifices I have made make sense: separating from my parents, my sister, my grandparents, leaving Argentina, competing every two weeks in a different pace, losing a lot of moments (good and bad) of my wife and three children…Today I have no doubt: absolutely yes. Padel is my way of life and my childrens too. If they ask me the same question when the end of my career is near the answer will probably be no, because I have given padel a thousand times more than what padel has given me. Theres no tournament, trophy or award that compensates being away in my childrens birthdays, in the family moments I havent participated in, all the hugs in the bad moments I havent given and I have missed.Thats why, in each match and training I give my all. The best award of my list will be the tranquillity that comes with having tried my best, like that sponge that is squeezed until it has no water. Thats the most accurate reflection of my professional life: I would never forgive myself if I didnt give till my last breath knowing all I have renounced for this dream.