So, I'm on the elliptical machine at the gym yesterday at 6:15 a.m, minding my own business, still bleary-eyed from the cold, and enjoying anonymity in a sea of sweating bodies. After 10 minutes or so I start noticing over my music an intermittent screech- someone's obviously dragging their feet on a treadmill and each time they take a step, their sole is making this intrusive, repetitive noise. I hate that. It goes away, finally. Then, a minute or so later, it's back in full force. I pop out one headphone, localize the sound to my left and rear, and try to go back to my workout and block it out. Gone! Nope, it's back. Dude! Pick up your feet! I start looking around, politely letting the offender know that I can hear it, and it's getting old. I can't find it, and the only machines around me are sporadically-used weight machines. I keep going, getting truly annoyed. At minute 29 I make the sad realization that it's my machine, screeching on the higher-resistance "hill" portions of my workout and silent on the lower-resistance cycles. That's probably why when I walked in this was the only machine not being used, and why as I pumped away I kept noticing that the people on machines near me kept leaving, and weren't replaced. I had been making a fool of myself looking around and probably rolling my eyes when I couldn't find the sound and everyone else knew it was coming from about 2 feet behind me. Well, you won't find me at the gym early on Thursdays for a couple of weeks. Good thing I can laugh at myself, or I could be feeling really dumb. Oh, wait-I still do.
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