Mauritian Exercise

I belong to a gym which is about 2 miles away from the house. So every other day, i run there, lift for 1.5-2.0 hours, and then run home and watch the sun set on the beach. All the equipment is either completely screwed up or wayyyy too technologically advanced. Case in point: bench press= broken and wobbly, but the digital lat pulldown machine sure works! Side note: (you step on one panel to make the resistance increase, and another to make it decrease, but it only goes up to around 120 lbs, so its essentially worthless). Running is interesting, because you feel like at any point, a car is going to slam into you ending your run and your life quite prematurely... plus the wind blows REAL HUURD and sometimes it will rain REAL HUURD for very short amounts of time, so i run with everything wrapped in whatever plastic trash i find on the side of the road. But im not complaining (but what i will complain about is how horrible having to run through diesel fuel exhaust is)! It is real pretty, and I get to run around in the pretty. I saw three goats hanging out on the side of the road today, and I saw a man looking out into the street with five large dogs laying all around him (he was sitting on his steps). He was the dog master. In the gym, its customary to walk in, and then shake everyones hand in the gym. I like that! except its probably dirty, but everyones dirty, so who cares? There is also not enough kilos to do some exercises properly, but they have some weights which are in pounds (?) so any exercise involving the bar becomes a bit of a math equation that takes longer and longer the more tired you become. I learned how to say "bench press" in french, but i forgot.... i know this is boring, but im trying to procrastinate before cooking dinner.

If i had to cook and eat here, I would starve. The supermarket is so stressful and they only have either 3rd world food (which is delicious, i just dont know how to make it) or islander food (which is delicious, i just dont know how to make it). So I'd starve. To death.

Finally, I'm catching flak for drinking post-workout protein shakes. Its not the Mauritian way!