I'm no athlete. Never have been, never will be. That said, I do work out on a regular basis to fight middle-aged gravity-based body changes and to cope with these trying socio-politico-economic times. Exercise makes me a nicer person, more Mary Tyler Moore-like if you will. I'm calmer, more articulate, and mostly patient with people on public transportation. I've gone from a hyperventilating ball of self-consciousness in my teens to distance running in my twenties to step aerobics; well, you get the idea. I LIKE having a puddle of sweat under my spinning bike. I LIKE being the only woman in the weight room. The point is, I'm no stranger to fitness. However, I witnessed something last week that truly appalled.