
I get that “judgement free zone” is supposed to mean that a pudgy dotard like me won’t feel intimidated by the fit young people, but I am judging people all over the place. I respect the chunky rascal on the treadmill, trying to get hammered into shape. I appreciate the crotchety bastard who just finished the rehab regiment after cardiac surgery. He can’t lift much, but he’s lifting. It’s the other people.





