I remember the case of Verónica, 46, a dynamic, active, beautiful woman, without children, with frozen eggs and an account executive in a large multinational.
He has spent 20 years traveling non-stop. So much so that sometimes it is hard for him to remember if he was at that party where that anecdote happened that his friends always remember every time they see each other or, if rather, he knows it from listening to it so much.
To maintain a certain order in her nomadic life, she has always tried to scratch some running wherever she goes, despite certain episodes of anxiety, the fatigue she accumulates and the excessive business dinners that mess up her world, the one she really wanted for her .
I had to manage very well to make him understand current concepts such as subclinical inflammation or chronic stress and I knew that he should do it when he told me that he felt guilty because he had less and less desire to run and that, when he arrived at the hotel on duty, he no longer looked for the gym but rather the room service phone to try Club Sandwich, have a beer and sleep.
We strongly agreed on something essential for the life of the traveler (or the traveler) and that is that the quality of the kitchen of a hotel can be measured by how tasty and apotheosis it is. sandwich club , but not so much in their increasingly frequent binges.