Enough about me... let's talk more about me

9.24.2002 Ball-ies

A little while ago, a friend emailed me inquiring about how to maintain my quote-unquote Adonis like physique. (if you're reading this, you know who you are). Well, I just had to take a step back, take a look in the mirror and kiss myself.


Well, this would be the case if it were true. But honestly, the Adonis like physique really has gone to sh*t.

I used to be into the lifting game and as much of a vain-like activity some people think of it as, it actually served more of a therapeutic purpose for me at the time. Believe me, the amount of time that I devoted to it, all the vain-like novelties would have worn off in its first initial years. Alike many other committed activities people partake in, it helped boost my confidence when it needed boosting, and it displayed to me that I was able to accomplish certain goals. And of course, the physical side effects were beneficial in itself.

Well, that was then and I haven't touched a weight in years. Surely, I miss it at times, but on the same token, fortunately, the confidence it brought me has been long lasting. Additionally, I'm older and wiser now-just not prettier.

So that email entered my life and it got me thinking.

So, Elizabeth and I signed up at a nearby gym. There was a couple in the neighborhood. There was this one where the yearly membership cost $99. Yeah! That's right. But the members were just a bit too local for us. I know. We're snobs. So snobby snobby. Nah, we wanted a gym that featured aerobics classes too which the local local gym lacked. More interested this time in fat loss rather than muscular gain. This is not really due to any other reason than gaining muscle really does take a commitment in schedule and diet supplementation. We're not ready for that.

We just really want to go somewhere to sweat-we didn't really want to get involved.

So, we found this other gym chain. It has the same name as some casino and a famous shoemaker. Myself, I find it ironic cause I used to make fun of it so much and still, I call it Ball-ies, as if Hooters had a brother restaurant with male waiters instead. The staff has had to correct me on a few occasions, but at this point, it's too ingrained in my neurosystem.


I've received a few emails about the topic of the pen name. I know it takes a little bit of getting used to, but I want to thank you guys for your support and understanding.

-the Knight-ster

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...One thing is that no matter how old I am, I probably will not like being called sir or mister, for they have always seemed too far out of reach...




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