There is a red sofa right in front of Steve. The same brand, model and color as the one he's sitting, waiting for his session to start.

Although the strong air conditioning maintain the temperature cooler than the vibrant streets of Brickell, Miami, Steve is sweating a bit.

Two big red sofas, one big desk and one spinning bike are not enough to fill the big room with tall walls covered with baseball pictures. Between the desk in one corner and the spinning bike on the opposite one, there is a great window.  

Hey, here's the man! You must be Steve!

wait, wait! Steve, i got your story. sad one. You feel betrayed and to add she's claiming rights on the things it took a long time for you to build, ok. but you are rationalizing  way too much! there's too much emotion on it. 

Not everything! This is the wrong reading. we always have options, right?! what are yours? this is the right question.

all right, keep going!

You won't be homeless, this is your emotions talking! are you going to have to face renting? yes. but at the end, you keep the company, don't you? isn't it better?

calm down, calm down ...

Steve, come back! you were doing good!

what? no, you don't need this ...

Oh, oh, stop! What are you doing?! put the fucking phone down! 

steve, you're losing your fucking
mind! biking will cut the crap! let's go!

OH YEAH DOC!! ... YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK HER! tHE COMPANY IS WHAT FUCKING MATTERS ... OOOF ... this is the land of opportunity, right?! I STILL WILL SUCCEED!

fuck yeah! fuck you christine!

ALL RIGHT! YOU ARE RELEASING HARBORED ANGER! BUT, LET'S KEEP FOCUSING ON YOURSELF, OK? LET'S GO! KEEP PEDALING ...

OH YEAH DOC! I'M GONNA FOCUS ON ME ... OOOF ... I ACCEPT THE LOSS. YOU WANT THE FUCKING MONEY, TAKE IT, YOU BITCH!

GREAT, KEEP IT! JUST FORGET ABOUT HER, STEVE! CLEAR YOUR MIND. CONNECT THE DOTS ABOUT WHAT OU HAVE TO DO TO CLEAR THE PATH. TELL ME, HOW WILL YOU REACH THE FIRST, SECOND AND THIRD BASE?

THE FIRST THING ... OOOF ... I WILL FIRE HER FROM THE COMPANY!

OK, OK. I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS ... BUT IF SHE HAS TO BE FIRED, IS NOT YOU WHO WILL DO IT.

NO, NO, NOT ME ... THE HR WILL ... OOOF ... "SORRY CHRISTIANE, WE'RE CUTTING EXPENSES AROUND HERE ... OOF ... BECAUSE THE COMPANY IS FACING FUCKING DIFFICULT TIMES! ... OOOF

ALL RIGHT, KEEP THINKING AND PEDALING ... NEXT BASE ... WHAT WE GOT THERE?

AHHH ... OOOF ... I DON'T KNOW ... I WILL PROPOSE SOMETHING SERIOUT TO  J... J... jennifer... OOOF

NO, FORGET ABOUT PUSSY RIGHT NOW. YOU WANT TO FIX THE WHOLE SHIT. ABSORB THE IMPACT BUT DON'T SETTLE! THIS IS THE MAIN THING!

OH, YEAH ... OOOF ... I'LL SELL THAT FUCKING HOUSE, SEND THE MONEY TO HER, AND KEEP MY COMPANY ... OOOF ... IN SOME YEARS I'LL BE BACK TO THE GAME ... OOOF 

THAT'S MY BOY!! 

... AHHH ... AND FUCK YOU CHRISTIANA!!!

OK! I THINK YOU ARE STARTING TO FORGET HER NAME ... WELL, GREAT JOB!

"10min biking always get the job done! So, are you feeling lost? Get on the fucking bike!"

H... Hey! Hello! Yeah ... Yeah, It's me. I'm Steve ...

I'm doctor paul anderssen. but, call me paul.

Oh, ok, thanks ... I mean, Paul, yes ...

The next twenty minutes Paul will hear Steve's story with the same attention of a cat hunting a bird. Complete focus. When the bird gets distracted and lower his guard, it is when vulnerabilities appear, then Paul will swing his bat and make contact.

Yeah, Doc. It really took me a long time to build that ... life. My company, reputation, my things, my home. I haven't finished pay it yet, by the way. And now I am forced to accept give up everything. Doesn't sound fair.

Definitely, not the best ones. Or I sell the company, give half to that bitch, pay the bank loans and mortgage, but keep the house ...

It would be better if nothing of this had happened! That fucking bitch! I don't even ... have more tears to cry ... fucking bitch!

Or I sell that house, pay her, the fucking bank and ... end up in streets ...

She didn't move a single finger to build everything ... THAT FUCKING BITCH!!!

Yeah Doc, you know what?! I'LL CALL THAT BITCH!!

No , she does! I'm gonna tell her some good things!

Fuck! That fucking banking is calling! She exceeded the limit of two of my cards! Fuck! Doc, I think I won't make it! It is too much for me ...

Paul saw that situation millions of times. People rationalizing problems to the point of turning thoughts into emotions, then actions, just to realized later they can't walk on water and drown. In his social media the description stated "You are going to sweat your fears out! Just don't wear jeans!"

That was Paul's approach. His philosophy.

"You have to throw oxygen into the fucking engine so it can work properly! otherwise it fries!" 

He didn't want patients to run the Ironman,

"Ironman?! What the fucking are you talking about? 10min on the fucking bike do the job! Trust me!"

Paul is clapping and shouting to Steve, as a coach on the field ready to play the playoffs "To the fucking bike, now!" Steve starts biking with the first moves slow and heavy. His legs feeling like weighting hundred kilograms. Paul is still clapping and shouting! He puts on some music and gives physiology a few minutes to do its magic.

Then ...

YEAH! NOW, I AM SEEING A CHAMPION HERE. YOU ARE MY DESIGNATED HITTER!

Alone, Steve feels like in a empty baseball stadium. He's in the third floor and still can see most of the city.

When the door opens, Steve hesitates. Half of his brain wants to stand and greet, the other side wants to run away.