As I turned on the television in my basement, I soon realized what I had forgotten that day. The channel on the television was showing a re-run of "The World's Strongest Man" competition. After taking a glimpse at the television show, it hit me like a ton of bricks that I've forgotten the routine gym date I had with a friend of mine.
             Seth was characterized as an easy-going, hard-working, and judgmental type of person. I was supposed to pick him up at two o'clock to head to the gym where we would start our every day summer workout. It was already quarter to two, and it takes about 20 minutes to drive to his house. I pulled into Seth's long gravel driveway 15 minutes late. When Seth opened the door to my car a blend of peas and manure refreshed my nose's memory about Seth's house.
             "Sup D? You need a watch or something?" Seth sarcastically asked.
             After minutes of bickering about my organizational skills, he decided to make fun of my car as usual. A 1983' Cavalier Station wagon painted blue with tinted windows isn't a typical car you would see someone driving in 2004. His comments didn't bother me because I became immune to the criticism after having that car for 2 years before purchasing a new vehicle.
             My car rolled down the hill to the gym parking a lot around 2:30. Entering through the doors of the weight room, you could smell the perspiration in the air. Football, basketball, and baseball players were all trying to become better athletes for the next season. Adrenaline was running, veins were popping, and shirts were getting wetter from all of the body sweat. The barbells hitting each other and the weights being slammed on the floor reminded me of a wedding reception dinner, when everyone would tap their glasses with their silverware so the bride and groom would kiss. This was the greatest atmosphere for physical improvement.
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