Joined the gym last night, so the first workout was today. Supposedly, this is the nicest gym in Mumbai... and you obviously never know how good it is back stateside. I will say this though, the gym comes with trainers. Praveen (I think) kicked it up a notch, and I feel like I did a Crowell workout (killing it). I was hoping for a younger, more attractive crowd at my gym, but nope. They tried to make me do lots of cardio, which I'm pretty sure translates into "fat f'er." Funny, I am larger than some of the trainers. I need to lose weight, so India + gym = dream. Plus this place is like hot yoga because I think hell burst a vent onto earth in Mumbai. To steal Lawrence's line I am Sweat... before Sweat... before swagger! Keep you updated from the bollywood!!!


Just the Tip of the Day: If a man tries to hold your hand or wrap their arm around you, this is not necessarily a sexual advance. This could be a sign of kinship; therefore, please stop punching Indians in the face. 

Also, if anyone can make this shirt for me (my name)... I will pay you 400... rupees.