It was yet another bright and sunny Saturday morning in the town of Sea Salt Bay. It was almost too bright for Rolos' liking. He trudged along the footpath at a snails pace. His legs burned from the brutality that Charles had put him through all week. Never had Rolo ever been made to do so much exercise before. The closest thing he had ever gotten was those times in which he had beaten up rival gang members whenever they were made noise and acted the fool. Never before had Rolo felt such hatred for a mountain before. It mocked him worse than Charles ever could. The road stretched on for what seemed like an eternity at the time. But it was the sweetness of Corinne that kept him going then. And it was the sweetness of Corinne that kept him going on that footpath next to the bay. For you see, Rolo voluntarily pushed himself to run that fine Saturday morning. The waves barreled and crashed in the clear waters of the bay. The gulls flapped here and there whilst issuing forth their calls. The seals barked off in the distance. A picture perfect day on the bay. But Rolo wasn't there for pleasure, he was there for business. This time, it was personal.

It was after the second time that Charles made Rolo run down then up the mountain road that a startling revelation occurred. Rolo noticed that even though he was made to run the same distance, he felt slightly less tired and sore after the second time. It was like his body was starting to get used to it. That Rolo was getting physically stronger. The change was so slight that he may have imagined it at the time. But it was a challenge nevertheless. To Rolo, a challenge was a fight. Nobody ever had the balls to challenge Rolo to a one on one fight before. No way in hell was he going to back down from nor lose to that pompous little weiner. And so with gusto, Rolo made himself run along the foot path on the side of the road next to the bay. The look of utter anger and frustration on the pompous little wieners face when Rolo refused to break under the strain motivated them both. It motivated Rolo to be stronger and it motivated Charles to be more cruel. And thus a manly cycle of strength, determination, and mutual hatred was born. A cycle that Rolo himself intended to perpetuate alone. For he was going to break Charles' ego before he was going to break his face. The next time they will tangle, Rolo promised himself that he will be a stronger man. He was going to beat Charles at his own game. 

The boardwalk was coming right up. Rolo hoped that none of the guys were there to watch him waddle like a fat chicken down the street. He knew though that it was unlikely for none of his friends ever woke up before eleven in the morning on a weekend. One thing Rolo wished more than anything though was for Corinne to be standing there at the boardwalk, cheering him on.