Stinky Blue Cheese

For some reason I stank at the gym today. Don't ask me why, maybe the testosterone injections are kicking in and it's some strange side effect (or maybe it's 'cos I didn't shower this morning).

Anyways, the regular (beautiful) crew was there: Colton Ford, The Gorilla, Number 12... though Big Yeller was conspicuous by his absence.

Now, other than Colton (who was singing to himself - probably in preparation for some very special celebrity appearance) no one out there knows who these guys are. You see, back in the day at Results, Kentio, Carleton and I came up with names for pretty much everyone there (at least anyone who made some sort of impression on us). For example there was Super-Hot-Neck-Down, Carleton's Boy, Stupid2, Ugly Boy, Muscles & Shaggy (which became known citywide), Thor, etc. etc. All very Broken Hearts Club of us (you remember the Idaho Boy comment don't you?), HOWEVER we did it first, and we did it better!!!

I bring this all up because I need a gym buddy! Brian decided to go to the 24 Hour Fitness down on Santa Monica (which is closer, but cruddier - it was Gym 2 in Gymboree!), and Gold's does not have a weekend pass system or anything of that ilk. I'm pretty good at working out by myself and I can push myself real well (apart from the whole 'doing abs' thing), but I do like to chit chat! People don't stand around gossiping at Gold's like they did at Results. They seem friendly enough, but so many of the boys have trainers (the Gorilla, a trainer, is there no matter what time I go), and anyway I find it hard making crappy gym small talk. Basically, I'm no Walker, so... Walker, if you want to come for a week or so? You can do your thing at the gym, and them I'll be set by the time you leave! I'll even spring for the daily shake from Extreme Blendz - the Mocha Meltdown, which I had today, made me weep.