To the fatty running on the path this afternoon: You whose feet barely lift off the ground.who keeps to the outside lane.who stops for water breaks every few minutes.you whose gaze drops to their feet everytime someone passes.whose sweat drenches their body after you leavepleting only a single 20 min. Mile. Theress something you should know: You freaking Rock. Every shallow step you take you carry the weight of more than two of me. Clinging to your bones.begging to be shaken off. Each lap you run youre paying off the debt of another midnight snack or dessert. Its 20 degrees out but you havent let that stop you. This isnt your first day out here and it wont be your last. Youve started a journey that lasts a lifetime and youve started it atleast 12 days before your new yrs resloution kicks in. You run without music. And I can only imagine whats going through your mind as you heave your ever shrinking mass around the next lap. Shut up legs. Get lost fat. If youd only look up from your feet the next time we pass youd see my gaze has no condescencion in it. I have nothing but respect for you. YOU GOT THIS.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 00:14:50 +0000
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