Sitting outside a transport café, enjoying a mug of tea and the last rays of the hot sun, two cyclists came and joined me.
They too, ordered tea and sat down with their iPhones to plan their route to Tunbridge Wells. From what I could gather they were cycling around the UK and were from America, apart from that I took little notice, too wrapped up in my own newspaper to pay much attention to them.
Until, that is, it came time for them to pay and move on. As they stood up I did my usual which was to imagine those really tiny, thin saddles and imagine the pain after being on one for a day and marvelled at how they coped. I watched one of them as he teetered on his cycling shoes and looked at their carbon fibre machines.
As I drifted back and fore, I heard the second one come out of the café and with amazement, referred his mate to ‘look inside’. They could believe the amount of greasy food these people were eating by choice. I did chuckle when one of them said to the other, ‘it certainly keeps me wanting the healthy food seeing the size of them.’
It brought into my mind the family I had seen in Spain, unfortunately British, who all resembled butter balls, from the 30 something mother and father to the 6 something daughter and the 8 something son. What are we laying down for the NHS to deal with I wonder. If its not obesity, it alcoholism and both are getting worse.
I watched as the two cyclists re-mounted and cycled off into the distance and came to the conclusion the more they saw the over weight and under-fit, the more it would give them horrendous stories to tell their mates when they got back to the good old U.S.A.
Oh dear.
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