Today I was looking forward to run at KLCC but it rained heavily in KL.
It was off to the treadmill at the gym for a run. First I had to buy new batteries for the MP3 player. I programmed the treadmill for 5 km distance with a random 2 degree gradient. Speed was set at 11.0 km/hr. After finishing 5 km, I ran another 1.0 km at a faster speed , 12 km/hr. It felt good.
I won't write much about my treadmill session but about another thing. Two treadmills away, there was a girl running as well. She ran with a strange style , on the forefoot like PM19 but not as elegant. She was leaning forward too much with very high knee lift. She also swung her arms high like a 100 m sprinter. Her style was very awkward. It looked as if she would fall forward but she did not.
She wore a tight blue colour T-shirt and knee level black colour pants. Both were worn tight, following the contour of her body. Slim build with a small waist maybe 24 or 26". Well proportioned upper and lower body if you know what I mean (I won't go into the details). I couldn't see her face clearly as she wore a Batik bandana.
I don't know how to explain my feelings when I saw her. It is like seeing a glorious sunset, soaring mountains or a field filled with beautiful flowers . A gift of from god that such beauty exists. Yeah - that was my feeling. Luckily it rained today in KL so that I could see such beauty.
In complete contrast to the above, I took a taxi from Klang to go home. There was another guy waiting there as well. A girl sauntered over to board the taxi. She wore white T-shirt and black colour pants.
She was very fat with huge hips, I guess she would be in the super obese class (BMI > 30) . Worse was to happen , the taxi guys offered her a cigarette. She took it and lit the cigarette. I saw this and immediately step into the front seat. The other guy sat in the rear near the fat girl Poor fellow but better him than me!.
It was only a 3 minute ride. While in the taxi , she continued to smoke but I had chosen my seat wisely. Not much cigarette smoke reached me. But the air in the taxi stank. She stank.
As I left the taxi, I glanced at the rear seat. She was sitting there, fully reclined, puffing away on the cigarette.
The contrast was never more apparent between the slim and healthy girl I saw at the gym and the obese female smoker.
Being overweight or obese is bad enough for health but a smoker as well? And maybe never do any exercise?
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