Don’t Be That Guy
Whenever I see an out-of-shape / overwight someone huffing and puffing in some kind of exercise-type endeavor, admint to a slight mental cringe - How could you let it get so bad? I think. Then I think, Good for you.
On Tuesday, I went for an afternoon run for the first time in a long time. I was very pleased with myself for getting out of the house in the sticky heat, for actually running. Then it hit me.
I’m that guy.
Today, I’m a good 40 pounds overweight. I do not work out as a rule; my eating habits are not best in class. I have a bad haircut. I think its time for a change. I don’t want to be that guy.
