When I am at the gym, trotting on the treadmill or rowing to nowhere on the rowing machine, I need something at which to direct my eyes. Even if I mastered listening to music while I work out (and I hope I don't have to hire a trainer to help me with that), there is still the view to be considered. Sometimes I look at people but it's tricky to know when it gets closer to leering than looking and I'd rather stay away from that if I can.
Frequently, I find myself watching the tvs. There are three of them. With a visually interesting show, like Ellen, or even a sitcom and the correct distance from the closed-captioning, watching tv can help to pass the time and add some fun. Some people, however, must have very different ideas about tv viewing at the gym. They choose stations with shows that I have to describe as boring. Boring. That's not a word I like to use much because I find life anything but boring. Some tv stations manage to assemble a good bundle of boring, however, and there are people who choose to watch. Earlier this week, I saw Parliament. Yes, Parliament on tv. How can watching that possibly enhance the gym experience?
I suppose the solution to the problem of what I consider to be poor tv channel choices at the gym is to change the channel. I've seen people do it. But I am not a person who wants to impose her choices on others or I'm just not that assertive. I have seen someone walk in, look at the tv, and change it without regard for anyone else there. That won't be me. I will just keep on running or walking or rowing and pondering the minds of people who find parliament or business news or never-ending news interesting.
I might end up having to watch attractive men working out, again. If that's what's required of me, I will accept the challenge. Oh, the demands of physical fitness.
JAHD
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