To start this out, I should mention that I repeated a previous gym prep error on Monday...I'll let you guess which (hint: pick the one that seems most embarrassing).
This morning, though, I remembered everything and had a pretty good workout, then hit the locker room to get ready. After I showered I began shaving. At this time, a rather large man passed behind me passing from the shower to the lockers. I say rather large, but that may be an understatement...he's morbidly obese. He's probably 5'7" and I would guess 375 lbs...maybe more. He's large enough that he doesn't have to wear anything to keep...um..."himself"...covered up. Ahem. I see him almost every day, so the sight isn't shocking anymore. I've actually started to feel sad seeing him...it can't be a great way to live.
But the real kicker was the septegenarian who obviously hasn't seen that sight before. After Big Guy passed, the elder gentleman (used somewhat facetiously) came into view in my mirror. His short walk to water aerobics had been stopped short by his dentures following his chin to the floor as he stared wide-eyed behind his coke bottle glasses for at least 12 seconds at the naked glory of morbid obesity strolling past. I was hoping he would have caught my "Dude! What's the deal!? Don't you have any sort of decency!?" stare back at him in the mirror, but he obliviously turned and headed out to exercise his aging frame.
Anyway, in the tradition of Aesop, the moral of the story is: don't stare, because you're usually the one who ends up looking like a moron.
