I was a fat kid..
and I'm still fat.
I've started running though, usually during nights, because it's not as hot. I run by this river for a few kilometers, which is basicly in the middle of nowhere. I chose this location because I figured that a 210 pound bearded flubberman covered in an inch-thick layer of sweat isn't a sight I'd want anyone to witness.
Tonight when I went out, I encountered a wheelchair, and next to it, a man lying on the ground. I quickly put the pieces together in my mind, and realized this chap could use a hand. After I helped him on his wheelchair, he pointed at a direction, and said "that way". I sort of laughed at the sheer nerve of this guy, and started wheeling him towards his desired direction.
After a while, at a junction, he pointed to the left, and said "I live there". I told him that I'm not going that way, and if he expects me to wheel him all the way home, he's in for a disappointment...
He wouldn't have any of it, and demanded that I push him all the way to home. I kindly disagreed, as he didn't seem to show me any sort of gratitude, even after I had picked him up, and pushed him about 500 meters closer to his destination.
He told me that I'm an inconsiderate asshole with no respect to my elders (guy was maybe 40) nor the handicapped. I told him that he's quite right, because if he doesn't shut up, I'll roll his ass right back to where I found him, dump him on the ground. After that we can see how long it takes for another overweight self-conscious jogger to find him, in this secluded area, in the middle of the night, on a Tuesday.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow night's running session.