When it comes to selecting a treadmill to run on at the gym, it’s my belief that it’s very similar to that of selecting a urinal in the men’s room. In other words, choose the treadmill furthest from another human being, and at the very least, leave a gap of at least one treadmill in between people. The gaps are to be filled when there are no other options available, and even then, try and find the treadmill between at least one attractive woman.
Yes, I’m aware that my rationale and decision to write about something to trite and petty makes me sound psychotic, but these are thoughts that genuinely swirl through my head, when I’m on treadmill #17 out of 25 available, and in spite of the fact that pretty much 1-10 were completely unoccupied, two grown men insisted on using #16 and #18.
This, I do not believe, is in the least bit cool.