Probably Thinking Too Deeply About Treadmills

I enjoy going to the gym and keeping in shape, but I’m slightly creeped out by the treadmill space at LPAC: 80 individual aerobic lives lived solely through one-way screens of digital distraction, with the only sound a belt-driven wail of angst sputtering constantly forth from the gray implements of mechanized human exertion. It’s a Giger-esque display of connectionless collective biomechanical activity.

On the plus side, each Tuesday I’ve taken to watching The Biggest Loser.