I have people ask me all the time, “What kind of athlete are you?” Athlete? Me? “Oh no!” I say. I just spend a lot of time at the gym. But really, I guess I sort of am an athlete. I train like one, I eat like one, and my goal is to look like one. I’ve been working hard for a very long time, so I think I’ve earned some sort of title. In fact, I think I’m going to start calling myself a bodybuilder. I know, I know the term is archaic and conjures up some pretty scary visuals. “I know what being a bodybuilder means”, you say, but does anyone else? That’s the sticky part. I’ve thought this over long and hard, and I’m just not sure. No I don’t take steroids, no I don’t own a tanning bed, and I certainly don’t walk around oiled up all the time. Most people who know me know that, so you know what? I’m going for it. Wish me luck. I’ll send you a postcard from Venice Beach!