As I was pedaling away on the elliptical this afternoon, I felt watched. The chunky monkey beside me was either checking me out real hard or trying to sneak a peek at my magazine. Meh, I kept pedaling, hoping she would become conscious of my awkward side glare and mind her own business. But she kept staring! … At my magazine! I looked over at her elliptical screen. Ah, no magazine. And I didn’t recognize her, so she must be a new member. Clearly, she hasn’t discovered the magazine rack overtly displayed in the entryway.
I also noticed that she lost interest and looked elsewhere in the cardio room if I stayed on any one page for too long, or flipped to a feature containing a long article and fewer pictures. But I alternate between watching TV (the only place I would ever watch ESPN) and reading my magazine while on the elliptical (my go-to, lazy-day workout). With all her staring, I considered lending her my magazine, but I brought it from home and was mindful that gyms are full of germs.