Steroids

Hitting the gym, somewhat, regularly. Paul and I have noticed a little something something about Prince George that's both disturbing and, dare I say, slightly, amusing.

The particular gym we frequent is our gym of choice, in the new town, because of it's 50 meter pool. The actual weight room is tiny and full of people, let me rephrase that, full of hopped up, roid junky, freaks of nature. Sure they're attractive, in that look but don't touch way, but when you're working your chest and the guy next to you collapses because the muscle in his forearm, now detached, is balled up in to a bundle, just above his wrist (truly, this happened). You gotta wonder...

That was the disturbing part, the humorous part was that he complained about the pain, showed of his lumpy muscle to anyone that was willing to look, and then went back to working out, as though nothing were wrong.