Maybe working out at the gym is serious business, but I have
to say sometimes it’s just plain funny.
Yesterday’s a great example. I trudged into the gym, stashed
my stuff in a locker, and picked out a treadmill. As I plodded along, willing
the miles to pass quickly, I began glancing around. There’s sort of an
unwritten rule about personal space while working out. Part of it includes
refraining from staring at others.
Occasionally this
proves extra challenging.
In the row ahead of me, I could not help but notice a young
woman running extra fast on her treadmill. Maybe twenty-something, she was
pumping her arms like a bird beginning to take off. She fairly flew up and down
with each stride. At first, I was sort of impressed.
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Then it happened.
After about 20 seconds, she grabbed the handrails and leapt
onto the side panels. She didn’t pause the machine. Instead, she let the thing run
and run and run. She stood there for several minutes, watching the machine-mounted TV intently. Then she jumped back onto
the belt and sprinted to stay on for another short stint before repeating the
process.
Again and again, she ran and rested. The miles kept rolling by, whether her feet made contact with the moving belt or not. Mostly not.
Again and again, she ran and rested. The miles kept rolling by, whether her feet made contact with the moving belt or not. Mostly not.
This lasted for quite a while. Finally, she pulled out a
smart phone, snapped a photo of the control panel, and left.
C’mon. That’s funny.
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