Fathletes. I'm tired of asking someone if they're athletic. It's hard to tell because profile pics are deceptive as shit. Then you hear "well, I'm athletic, but I don't conform to a narrow standard of beauty," or "I'm athletic," but that spare tire clearly says otherwise. They're fucking obeasts. You can't out-work a bad diet. I don't care how many olympians you trained under, it means squat compared to the fifth serving of fried food you chowed down as a post-workout reward for being such an "athlete." I don't care if you're "nationally ranked." Your body's unhealthy. You want to prove otherwise? Ride a bike with me for 20 miles. That's a short ride for me- If you're only somewhat out of shape, that's a decent ride. The excuses come pouring in. It's an instant flip-of-the-tables on them from me proving they're not to them justifying how they still are one even when they can't keep up with me.