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Sundae - don't worry about the person on the next treadmill. They admire your will to get on the machine in the first place.
I've been a fitness freak.. well, my whole life. My mom and I would run 5ks together when I was a teenager. I absolutely LOVE running. Not many people think that way. I'm odd, always have been. I'm currently out of shape due to baby, and my hubby, also mister althlete, is more out of shape than me.
With all that said, I have always admired people who get out and workout, no matter their weight. I've been blessed with athletic genes and a desire to run. My sis is hefty. She got the non-athletic genes from my dad. Every few years she tries again... and she's trying again this year. I hope she looses weight, because it will be better for her health and her attitude. But if not, I'll still love her. It doesn't matter whether she's a size 18 or size 8.
My best friend has always struggled with weight. She is a beautiful woman, way more sexy than I'll ever be. I've watched her struggle through the years. She'd diet. She'd run. She'd diet. And not loose a pound. I'd eat three servings of chocolate cake and not gain a pound. I always knew I was lucky not to have her problem. And I've always admired how she keeps trying. We'd go running, she'd be out of breathe and I'd be fine, and when she'd start slowing down I'd say to her "you can tell me to f*ck off if it makes you feel better" and she would and then we'd have a good laugh and keep jogging. Everyone except pompous arses admire people who try to improve. Everyone.
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