The next day, I woke up before Charna, who had slept in her own separate room, and grabbed a bite to eat with the 24/7 food service.
The hotel immediately brought stacks of pancakes and strips of bacon for me to devour right before I went to work out.
Going for a light jog before hitting the intense stuff really helped me to digest the food, but on my light jog, I saw that the town was pretty barren.
I mean, it was supposed to be peak rush hour, but there were only a few cars and people walking along the sidewalks.
In fact, I was in a trance so heavy last night that I didn't realize this either.
When I arrived back, I was greeted by Auntie Charna, who had made an excellent and well-smelling lunch that made my stomach immediately begin to rumble.
I could barely keep my eyes off of it as I sat down and grabbed my utensils from out of their neatly wrapped package of napkins.
