We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware–beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one. – Author Unknown
The morning affords my first gym session in months and within a matter of minutes I am drenched in sweat as I begin with a set of free weights. The refurbished warehouse that houses a spacious upstairs gym is not what you may be imagining as farm animals do not run rampant in the facility nor are empty milk containers filled with sand substitutes for weights, but this is almost a proper exercise facility. Thin gym mats cover a large portion of the floor surrounded by various size punching bags, and a series of exercise machines fill in the spaces in between. Marc continues his regiment of the Arnold Schwarzenegger body building routine, while I have chosen to maintain a more sensible method that doesn’t involve steroids, which I am almost positive are Flintstones vitamins, and erratic emotional behavior that floats from anger to crying like a schoolgirl. After comforting my English counterpart who is found curled up in the corner with eyes full of tears, I give him a good five fingers to the face and he’s returned back to the status of a normal human being. Prying the pink half pound bar bell from his tightly clenched fist, I offer to buy him a juice box on the return walk back to the hostel and soon the attention and laughter from the other patrons is a faded memory, but I am sure will return in his nightmares for his foolish behavior.