"I should be having weigh-in today", was the first thing I thought to myself today.
No weigh-in today because there's no fight.
Instead, I woke up early for breakfast out with Mr. Foo Man Choo. He drove in from out of town, threw me his spare helmet and off we raced on his motorcycle -- his crotch rocket. I picked the place, a favourite breakfast place of mine by the mall that my former boxing coach had introduced me to. The wait staff and manager are familiar with me so I'm always greeted personally by them and I'm convinced they put extra loving in my food. Veggie omelette for me, thanks, and apparently even a wait staff t-shirt too, very cool. They only had a medium so they told me to come back for a small. They use to wear these athletic shirts for their work uniform but have since changed them but before they changed them I told them I'd love one. "I'd for sure wear it!" I told them, "sport your name on my back as I sweat it out at the gym". And I totally would wear one of their shirts but I'd add "fueled by" above their restaurant name.
No fight today, no boxing either, instead I went running I'm the blazing sun and then hit the weights late in the evening.
Am hoping to hit 1,000 fans on my fan page this weekend but wanted to reach it by tonight. Despite not hitting it I know I'm clearly becoming more and more well known. Today I found out just how well known I'm becoming within my community when a local man called me by my ring name as I exited the grocery store. Next thing I knew it another man was approaching me and then one more turned into two more then a few more. I've walked down by this ghetto grocery store dozen upon dozen of times with my Dead Aim sweater and apparently I've been noticed by those around. Awesome.
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