I was that lady on the stair-master at the gym this morning. As in, Whoa — what’s up with that lady on the stair-master?
I understand why I was getting the sidelong glances. Every so often I’d yell at the TV, “Are you kidding?” and throw up my hands. Eventually I stopped stepping altogether, saving my strength for eye rolling and looks of unmitigated disbelief.
Muskingum Wild…
