This gym thing is brilliant. I will have stories. So many stories. As I was running on the treadmill this evening, all I could think of were great little anecdotes from my first fifteen minutes there.
Before I tell you about the people, I will tell you about the treadmill.
It faces a window. And my reflection at night is considerably less scary than a mirrored-wall alternative. This does mean, however, that as I look out on the street below, drivers and pedestrians alike can watch me work out. This also means that all the weight machines are lined up directly behind my butt.
I suppose it's incentive. I want the people on the street to think I'm an athlete, so I'll make every effort to look non-pathetic. And I want the people behind me to appreciate my new-found athleticism, so I'll throw a few squats into my get-fit routine. Or tie a shirt around my waist.
Oh, and apparently men like to go to the gym. Who knew? More on that later....