I've Stair Mastered behind Greatness.
Yes, today while I was at the gym, The Man himself arrived unannounced for a little work-out before his rally at Rio Grande High School this afternoon. It was all very discreet, except for the 7 security guards and the apparently needy woman shouting that the machine next to her was "warmed up," trying to lure him over. It didn't work. Barack treadmilled while he read the Times, he lifted weights, he consulted with his "work-out buddy", who was approximately 7' tall and bench pressed 500# without a spotter. I worked-in with Obama, lifting where he had lifted, gripping where he had gripped, alternating machines; we practically worked out together. He was unaware of this, but we did. Obama stayed for about an hour and then left. As soon as he was out of sight, I ran over to the bench where he had been lifting, ran my hands all up and down it hoping to harvest just a droplet or two of residue, then wiped it on my clothes. DNA of Greatness. (I was tempted to sniff my fingers like SNL's Mary Katherine Gallagher does after she warms her hands in her armpits, but I thought I might be arrested.) My friend Cameron soon followed me and we sat on the still-warm Barackbench reminiscing about our fantasy morning at the gym and looking forward to a brighter future.
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