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treadmill

I pressed the ON button on the treadmill and selected program 6: aerobic training. The belt started to spin at a warm-up pace and I immediately started flipping through my iPod. I had already listened to Diggnation the day before so I decided to try The Garret Murray Podcast this time.

I picked up the pace and settled into watching CNN on the LCD in front of me. I then realized that there was a remote control for the satellite on the little ledge where most people put their keys and into which I usually managed to jam a water bottle. I picked it up and started skimming through the program guide. No. Nope. I don’t think so. Then I saw it. It was too good to be true.

But should I? I looked over to the guy on the other treadmill. His eyes were fixed ahead on CNN Headline News. He probably wouldn’t even notice. I decided to go for it.

I turned the channel to Spongebob Squarepants.

In this episode Spongebob and Patrick had decided to help Mermaidman and Baracleboy by shooting a movie for them (I missed the begining, so I wasn’t sure how this would actually help them, but knowing the plot doesn’t always help when it comes to Spongebob.)

I cranked up the speed on the treadmill. Spongebob had assigned Squidward to be the make-up artist. I hated Squidward. A woman stepped onto the treadmill beside me. I saw her glance onto my LCD screen, but I was unable to get a read on her reaction. I wavered in my decision to watch Nickelodeon while running on a treadmill at the gym. She seemed to ignore me and switched on her LCD to the Food Network.

The Food Network?

I turned up Spongebob on my headphones, thoroughly disgusted with her choice in treadmill entertainment. I was frustrated that someone would at the gym choose to watch the reason they were at the gym to begin with.

Patrick said something funny. I smiled. Stupid Food Network.

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