Upon arriving to Chennai, Dorothy and I thought that a promenade on the treadmill would be a grand idea to beat jetlag. So, we headed to the hotel gym where we encountered Raja. Raja is the man in charge of the gym. Let me give you a visual image to set up the story. A small room covered in mirrors, a few weights, 2 bikes and the 2 dreaded treadmills, an Indian dressed in a Baywatch white and red jumpsuit set, and two tired, grungy American girls. We walk in with all intentions of hopping on the treadmills and strolling our jetlag off. So much for good intentions! The second we stepped on the treadmills, Raja had our entire fitness program planned. He started our speed at 5.0, which is not a speed I am used to, but still a doable speed. A minute later, Raja says, "Now the slow speed is over!" He decides for me, I will be on a cycle of 3 minutes at 6.0 and one minute at 5.0. For Dorothy, he had her walk at 6.0 for one minute and run at 9.0 for 5 minutes. If you have ever traveled on a plane for 21 hours, you know the pain. The pain, I tell you!! During one point, he starts to lecture us on our diet and looks right at me and tells me that I need to stop eating junk food. Towards the end (we were praying for the end), he puts us at super high speeds and leaves the room for towels. I glance at Dorothy and we both started gasping for air, for rest, for rescue. Raja allowed us to finish walking after 30 minutes. Now it was time to stretch. The man actually stood on our feet to make sure we would stretch fully. Which was a shocker, since men do not touch women in this culture. He ends our first day by telling us that he will see us the next day. Yeah, right! Like I would inflict that abuse again. Ha! Not even in America. ... but we did return.