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Elevator speech version : In 9 weeks, after dedicated workouts of free weights, and intense interval cardio plus self-discpline and a somewhat nutritious diet, I carved myself down to 191 lbs, and 18% body fat [not to be confused with BMI]. A loss of 17lbs, and 7% of body fat. There. Now you can Facebook "Like" this post and continue scrolling through your newsfeed. For those that want to enjoy a bit of reading or at least like my writing stylings, then here we go... War and Peace version : So. A couple of months ago, I bought tickets to Watershed Musical Festival. At the Gorge. In August. Basically hotter than Georgia asphalt on a summer's day! Might be occasion to take my shirt off. That said, I don't wanna be one the many that, "those that shouldn't, do; and those that should, don't." HM! Do I look good now? Am I feeling healthy or at least healthy? First answer to first question while subjective is still, no sir. Otherwise I would've h

On Friday, my old... er, rather ex-running mate of mine, Nate hit me up at the gym to play soccer with him on Monday night. It's the over 30, "non-competitive" recreational league for a double-header. I honestly didn't have plans so I accepted without thinking. Come play soccer with me, 'los, he says. It'll be fun, he says. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?! I wasn't thinking, and that was the issue. At my cubi, hours later, I started thinking. Jeezus, 'los. You haven't played in over 3 years. Even though, you have been straight killing it in the gym for 9 weeks, that's not enough conditioning for sustained soccer play for a game let alone back-to-back games. You should've cited the Murtaugh Rule "I'm too old for this $H!T." ... but I didn't. And I followed through with my words. The soccer field was at the Starfire Stadium, home of the Sounders FC. I've never been there either. Crazy talk, I know, but true story!

Sounders 'Til I Die - The Story of Soccer, Strawberries, and Keg Stands To truly appreciate this story you'll have to know the background of how I became a Sounders fan... and my first away match. Microwave version : I bought season tickets for my lil' sister in 2010. She then invited me to my first "away" match just last weekend. End o' story. War and Peace version : This all started three years ago... You see my lil' sister, Charrina Bayne, aka West Coast Playa / WCP, shared with me a story how she was incredibly screwed out of season tickets from an ex-boyfriend. Hence the reason he's an "X". So as her big brother, I felt helpless to witness my sister in such pain. She loves soccer! The wheels of steel in my head got turning. Just how much are season tickets for the Seattle Sounders FC? How the hell do you buy something like that anyways? I called the Sounders front office naturally. I spoke to a representative. After several conv

This week a very inquisitive asked me why I named some of my personal possessions. Since this was the nth time I've answered this question, I figured I'll post to FB. I offer two options to the person asking 1) microwave version 2) or War and Peace. Microwave Version – ‘cause I can. Now you can stop reading and be satisfied! War and Peace Version – My lil’ cousin, Jenny, is whom I was inspired by for naming animate objects. Thank you, Jenerator! The following story falls into the category of “Friends; reason, season, or lifetime” types of stories. I see the Facebook / Pinterest / Google+ posting all the time: Reason, Season, or Lifetime People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you will know what to do for each person. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty; to provide you with guidance and support

Aiight, checkpoint five of nine. I'm happy to announce that I'm managed to carve down to 194.8lbs, 23% body fat. Funny encounter at the office and at the gym today within a couple hours of each other. At the office, I was blazing down the hallway as I usually do, headed to the can. Two female co-workers of mine stopped me. They've noticed my weight loss over the past month, and knew I did "Insanity". They ask me a few cursory questions about my group. WTF? When did it become "my group"? At any rate, I brushed off the comment and moved. So... I posted up at the gym, faithfully because I'm dedicated to my goal. I'm gonna look good for Watershed! I know I'm not hot by any means, but you've gotta work with God and your Momma gave you. For once, I was alone in my endeavor. The guy in the exercise room was doing some bag work. He quipped, "Where's your crew? You're alone today?" WTF again? When did it become my group? I j