Dear fat white guy with the huge beer belly, bald spot and raggedy socks who always wears a tank top (ewwww) at the gym...
I just wanted you to know that I admire you. I don't want to walk up to you and tell you for fear of creeping you out.
But I do admire you because everyday you're in there walking at 3.5 mph on the TM at a steep grade. I can tell you're trying! And I totally admire that. You don't look good in your workout outfit because, well, you're not in shape. Well, I guess you are in shape...round....But your lack of 'good' shape doesn't matter.
Every step you take is one step closer to good health, longer life, lower medical bills, sounder sleep, smaller clothes and improved self-esteem for you...and I admire that. Heck, I'd cheer about that from the highest mountain-top if there were mountaintops in the metroplex.
When I get tired doing my speed intervals and want to quit a couple short, I sneak a peek at you out of the corner of my eye and your consistency/tenacity spurs me own.
Keep hoofin' it!
mooches,
-your secret cheerleader
