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Back in the day, Uncle Bob once made the following comment when I told him about what I had done with Ann Lee that past weekend (well, he made the comment on a Sunday evening I believe).

“4 Am in the morning? What is your girlfriend, a female monk??”

It was funny, the way he said it.

But that, my friend, was indeed a weekend (or a Saturday) for the ages.

Plenty of “doing the rounds” (that was how Uncle Bob put it – his own weekend was “nothing as interesting” he said – with his then wife getting upset about something and sleeping on the couch and he “got to watch Home Alone again for the nth time, yippee”).

Anyway . . .

I woke up at 530 AM on a Saturday morning.

Had to go to Hong Kong to deposit a few wads of cash, which I did. Those were the days I did a full time job, so the company car picked me up sharp at 615, dropped me off at the border – I did my thang – enjoyed an ice cold beer (two) and a fantastic burger at Dan Ryans (old style diner back then in HK) – and then loped on back to the mainland.

To China.

Yes, China lovers and Chinese, we all know Hong Kong is a part of china.

There’s never a shred of doubt on that one (although whether China has followed the agreement it made with the UK to let Hong Kong’s systems stand until 2035 is another story – but to be fair – SOME amount of that is warranted on China’s part – most? NOT).

I’ve always found it strange though how the Chinese throw a hissy fit when I say “I returned to China” instead of saying “the mainland”.

I mean, theres an international border there for a GOOD REASON, eh?

Anyway . . .

So got back around 1, did the company car back home.

Met up with Ann around 4, climbed the mountain twice I believe. Soaked in sweat – those were the pre-fitness days, remember.

Then we hung around the park, and I believe ended up in some restaurant or the other drinking beer and eating dinner.

Somewhere down the line Ann decided that was the night she “didnt want to go home” and didnt want me to go home either (we were not living together at the time – it was the second date I believe).

Ok, so we didnt.

Evening turned into night.

We ended up at “walking street” – which in those days meant tons of outdoor BBQ and cold beer, and whats more it was near my old office (the last job).

I had to show her the old office, of course, which was in a hotel, so off we went, I was pretty tipsy by then.

Around 9, we “sat down” at the BBQ.

Several hours later, it was 3 AM, and I think I had gotten through the better of 16 24 oz beer bottles. Ann wasn’t far behind either.

And as the ladies of the night trundled home, giggling away at the foreign devil (I knew some of them, and tried not to show it) – – Ann piped up.

… This was in response to me getting my last beer from the BBQ guy.

“You should have told ME! I’d have gotten it for you!”

(She was actually upset I “asked” for the beer and didnt let her do it for me)

Now, thats my type of gal and Charles, years later (the friend) was to say “If your girlfriend used to pound beers with you, I wonder why you left her”.

Well, I dont know. Thats a long story actually!

I think it all started after I snuck off to one lady of the night too many … the impressive Aa Ling, and much MORE.

(and not answering Ann’s phone. Now that was dumb on my part. I locked the damned thing away in a cupboard, because, well, who could bother with phones when …)

Anyway, went back home. Woke up the next morning at 12.

Had a date with “Angel” on that same damn mountain .

“Lawd” only knows how I made it up and down that damned thing in that frame of mine, but I managed it, and upon seeing a photo of myself that “Angel” took, I recoiled – and then laughed.

Looked like something the cat brought in for sure, hehe.

That was probably the longest night I spent drinking, climbing, and more of the same …

And that sort of thing never happened to that extent again, but to varying extents it did.

Staying in shape might be hard , you imagine with that sort of lifestyle, burning the candle at ALL ends.

Well, when your young … you get away with a lot.

But I got away with a lot of it at age 37 too, when I figured out the secret key to losing oodles of weight WHILE on that sort of a lifestyle.

Note though, I do NOT recommend that sort of thing long term.

BUt sometimes, for periods it happens.

It happened with me, and I know it happened quite a bit!

But anyway, the tips and tricks I used to stay in shape EVEN while partying it up every night?

Well, they’re right Here – – Advanced Hill Training, a course guaranteed to blow the SOCKS off ya.

An oldie, but goodie. In the middle it was called “Eat More – Weigh Less“, but that attracted a lot of Bozos to the course, so I renamed it so it seems more exclusive, and attracts less Bozos.

I’d rather ONE serious customer to 100 lookie lous and price wankers.

And there it is, my friend.

And there’s a reason Ann Lee is mentioned on the page!

Hurry and grab this one before the price goes up, up, and UP on it.

Best,

Rahul Mookerjee

PS – ONE more day remaining for the 20% discount on compilations – jump NOW if you’re interested my friend. (and if you’re truly interested in fitness, you SHOULD be, and WILL Take action NOW if you have not already).

PS #2 – This is yet another one of those recollections that will be there in the book on fitness recollections (vol #2). Pick up Volume #1 HERE.