Dirty Towel

I am what you call the yo-yo gym goer. On the times when I am motivated, you'll find me at the gym pretty regularly immediately followed by the long silent no-go, no-show.

Well today I decided to make an appearance. Though I kept it pretty easy (honestly, I was just feeling tired and lazy), I still manage to work out a good sweat. On my way out, a towel landed about 4 steps ahead of me. The towel belonged to a woman jogging diligently on the tread mill. Which brought on the dreadful choice; do I ignore the dirty towel, walk by and pretend I don't even see it or do I do a good deed?

Ok, before this exercise, that's what I probably would have done. I mean common, a dirty towel! Really! It's dirty and sweaty and personal. Ay!!! But I decided to put myself in her shoes. When I'm in my running zone, I don't like to stop because it takes away from my momentum. And I would like it if someone picked it up for me.

I got over myself, picked it up and gave it to her. To see the grateful smile on her face was definitely worth it. When in doubt, focus out! Besides, I wasn't any cleaner than the dirty towel anyway; I myself just got done with my workout. I'm not one to judge the dirty towel.


Good night!

Millie