So I’m at the YMCA doing one of my treadmill workouts. One of the very attentive staff is there, wiping sweat off of the other machines. When she has finished doing that, she sits down on the treadmill next to mine. I can’t be exactly sure what is going through her head but I surmise that she is thinking that this fat guy will probably give up soon and then she can wipe down the last machine and be done with her tasks. 15 minutes later, she gives up. 30 minutes later, after a full hour of running, I hit the showers.
Score 1 for the fat guy.
