I’ve started going into work and working out in the morning, on the theory that if I work out at work, I shave half an hour off my commute and thus don’t have to get up as early as if I work out at home.
It’s nice, the equipment is health-club quality and I can read all the magazines I subscribe to but haven’t read for three months, and have Headline News blasting in the background to have something to listen to.
The problem is, I’m not the only person that works out in the morning. One of the big cheeses does too, but usually I’m out before he shows up.
Today, he came in when I had about 10 more minutes on the elliptical machine. Luckily, he uses the treadmill so I avoided the awkwardness of having to stop and give it to him.
But it lead to the arguably stranger situation of still working out and reading and semi-watching Headline News while he listened to his iPod.
It was the opposite of silence, with workout machinery whirring and the TV blaring and (for him) his iPod, but yet still somehow way more awkward.