Where the sidewalk ends

Dear Diary,

Today I went to the gym. It was a regular day of people watching, cardio, and weight lifting. Oh and a little Sportscenter and CNN. All the regular gym activities. I was successfully watching the woman put makeup on in the car before entering the gym. As if mascara makes for a better workout. The Anorexic Woman in all pink which amounted to perhaps one candy stripe. The Chatty Cathy with her Diet Coke. No need to comment there. But then, when I was least expecting it, Sirlotsocrack came into eye sight. I people watch at the gym, I do not deny or make excuses for said activity. However, in this particular instance, I was not seeking out person to watch. He stepped right in front of me, bent over, remained bent, and let pants slip below waist line, and Hello crack! It happens to the best of us. However when planning to go to the gym, who wears pants that way? And he was clearly planning to go the gym; sleeveless tank, track pants, sneakers, tattooed arms. Yes - that guy! But with bum crack. I rapidly picked up the pace of reps to skirt the mounting laughter inside. However, if I had to estimate, I would say he was bent over with bum crack exposed for at least two full minutes. Diary I am now haunted by this image. Hopefully tomorrow I will only see Makeup Woman, Anorexic Woman, and Chatty Cathy!