After long minutes of deliberation, I finally gave in and started walking towards the Krispy Kreme counter at airport.

About halfway to the counter, I passed this really fit gentleman, tight t-shirt et al. Salt and pepper gave away the fact that he was closer to my age, not a 20-something.

That’s when I made a u-turn away from the donuts.

Thank you, nameless gentleman, for keeping me true! Every step is a start. Sometimes all it takes is seeing someone else do it right.

(yes, I did catch up with him and thanked him)