The New & Improved JTW FIT

So, here’s the deal, son. My boys Jahkeen Washington and Thomas Boatswain are top-notch trainers that run JTW FIT. For a number of years, they’ve provided affordable and high-level fitness classes to folks in the Harlem area. Well, after years of operating out of another location, they’re officially opening their own studio. Needless to say, if anyone is in the vicinity of NYC, then go break a sweat, man.

Now, the studio is a couple of weeks away from its grand opening. So, in the meantime, everyone should first follow @jtwfit on FacebookTwitter and Instagram. Next, hit up jtwfit@gmail.com and join their mailing list, fam. Lastly, download the MINDBODY app and get in on these deals, bruh. Look, for the rest of August, the squad is offering some dope presale deals. Namely, $15 for the first class, $210 for a 10-class pass and $200 for unlimited classes over 30 days. On top of that, as of yesterday, they’ve dropped their official class schedule.

In the end, what else needs to be said, son? Ultimately, folks need to go get this workout in. In any case, the fitness studio will be located at 2235 Adam Clayton Powell Junior Boulevard, New York, NY 10027. By and by, folks will probably see me in there boxing on Thursday’s and Saturday’s. But, they’ve got the weights on deck, the row machines on deck and trainers that take pride in this shit. So, get to it, man! That is all. LC out.

P.S. My brother Kofi Ofori-Ansah from SOTBG (www.sotbglife.com) will also be training clients out of the studio. So, support all of my brethren, son. They all know what the fuck they’re doing, man. Good day.

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My First Gray Hairs

So, yesterday was a humbling experience, son. Look, I always joke about being washed, but I actually felt it yesterday. I mean, I already have the joints of a 60-year-old dude. But, that’s because of my years of basketball, man. On the real, this gray hair shit is for the birds, fam. Frankly, I thought I had more time before my follicles threw in the towel, bruh. All in all, Father Time is trying to run up on the kid, brethren.

Ok, before I continue, let me tell everyone a quick story. So, I first shaved my head bald back in February of 2009. After getting into an argument with my Jamaican barber about where my hairline should be, I said “fuck it,” son. Shit, instead of pretending like my shapeup wasn’t starting to make the McDonald’s arch, I just took it all off, man. Side note, hearing a barber yell “no mon, it don’t grow dere” in patois is a trash ass feeling, folks. Anyway, because of this, I haven’t paid much attention to what my hair does when it starts to grown back in.

In any case, as of late, I’ve been lazy with shaving my head. So, when I hopped out the shower yesterday, I was in for a rude awakening, fam. Now, at first, when I saw the gray, I thought it was dead skin, bruh. Real talk, I tried to scratch the shit off, but it wouldn’t budge. From there, I asked my wife if she could try scratching it off. She looked at my head and was like “babe, that ain’t dead skin, that’s a gray hair. Oh, and you have another one over here.” Wait, what? Word? Listen, it would be one thing if I was “premature gray” or some shit. But, that ain’t it, folks. The boy LC is just getting old, people.

In the end, this post might not matter to anyone else, but it matters to me. Not because I think there’s something wrong, but because it’s a reminder that I need to take better care of myself. Ultimately, I’m not trying to be the bedridden old head or the geriatric senior citizen. Hell, good thing I just bought a bunch of dumbbells for the crib, son. At the end of the day, I’m trying to feel like a fucking superhero when I’m 50, man. With that being said, let me get outta here and lift some weights, fam. Good day. LC out.

P.S. I’d rock the fuck out of a gray beard, though. Let’s make that happen, Father Time! That is all.

New Year’s Gym Etiquette

So, welcome to 2018, everyone! Listen, we’ve all been blessed to see another year, so we need to make sure that we take full advantage, son. With that being said, let’s briefly talk about New Year’s Resolutions, man. Now, when it comes to making a change in a new year, “getting in shape” is always high on people’s lists, fam. I mean, it’s understandable because folks feel like they have all 365 days to better themselves. In any case, I have a quick message for all of the newbies who shall be in the gym this month: get the fuckity-fuck out of my way!

Ok, I know this post may cause me to seem uppity and pretentious. In addition, I’m only like 6 months into my fitness journey, so I probably shouldn’t be judging anyone. However; fuck all of that, bruh! Real talk, if today is someone’s first day in the gym, I’ve got dibs on the dumbbells, son! Shit, if I need that 40-pound dumbbell, I might slap it out of a newbie’s hand, man! Yeah, that person can wait, fam! On the real, folks should let the regulars get their workouts done before they start commandeering equipment. All in all, that should be the price of admission, people!

In the end, I’m all for self-improvement, son. However; I ain’t allowing cats to just hog up all of the space, man. Ultimately, I might have to be Deebo at all local NYSC‘s, fam. By and by, if someone asks me for a weight, don’t be surprised if I ask “what weight” and uppercut ’em. That is all. Happy New Year and LC out!

Operation Get Up Off My A*s

Keeping it a buck, I’m already regretting this post as I write it, son. In any case, today is a new day for me, man. As of right now, I’ve decided to make a looooong overdue lifestyle change. Basically, it’s about time that I get my ass back in shape, fam. All I know is, I moved up in age yesterday and I should be doing better with my health. With that being said, this is the beginning of my road back to flyness, bruh. Here we go!

Now, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t keep it all the way real. So, anyone who knows me knows that I’m married and a father of two. Anyway, I was in decent shape when I only had one kid. However; when my second youngin popped up, I fell allllllll the way off, son. For example, when my second child was born in 2014, I was 6’3″ and 220 pounds. Fast forward to 2016, I somehow ballooned to 265. Yeah, I know, son. I know.

Moving on, as I write this, I’ve already made it back down to 245. However; I still have a long way to go, son. On the real, food is my problem, man. I mean, I LOVE terrible food, fam. By and by, I’ve always been able to get away with my eating habits because I was an athlete growing up. But, once that adult life started to kick in, I no longer had the cheat code, bruh. I was able to skate by through most of my 20s, but I hit the wall in 2014.

So, here we are, fam. I’m finally getting back in the gym and doing what I need to do. Shout-out to my brother Kofi Ofori-Ansah and SOTBG for hitting me up with a program. From this point on, I’ll be giving updates on how all of this shit is going, y’all. Here goes nothing, fam!

In the end, if anyone else is on a “Get Up Off My Ass” type of journey, feel free to share any progress. On the real, that could definitely help keep me motivated, son. Let’s keep the proceedings proceeding, man. LC out.