Another gym story

Ever since I have started going to the gym alone, I wish I had B for company. Wouldn't she love making comments about all those bony-bummed gym-rats? I wonder how they sit comfortably... they probably need a lot of cushions to make up for the lack of fat on their posteriors!
But these are people I admire for their dedication. Then there are those I admire for the lack of it. They are the hoarders of fat. People who look for any opportunity to stop exercising. They catch hold of anyone who passes by, to chat. They try not to make eye contact with the trainers and give excuses to the nutritionist for not following the diet plan. Then, they look at the clock and commend themselves for an hour well spent in the gym... who cares how they spent it!
These days I see an elderly couple (really fat ones) coming in to exercise together. While the husband seems sincere, the wife is just passing time. She sits on the cycle slowly moving her legs and staring into the distance. As soon as she sees her husband approach she speeds up. It's cute really!
Then there is this really old man who walks with a stick and has an attendant with him always. He is very regular and recently I saw a picture of him in the papers - he had participated in the marathon (elderly category). Apparently he has Parkinson's disease and took part on the insistence of his granddaughter. She couldn't run because of a fever but he decided to go ahead and run for her.
You might think that all I ever do at the gym is sit and observe people. No, I sit-up and observe people. 3 sets of 15 each.