I signed up for a gym membership. Tons of machines that look the same, with one little difference that changes it from a machine that tones your thigh to a machine that works your shoulders.
Everyone inside is working up a sweat.
Running, lifting, stretching, and toning themselves. Now this is all the typical spectacle in any gym, but what struck me as ironic was what happened outside.
Arriving at the gym on a busy night, the parking lot is a little busy. As I turn around to the next section of the lot, I observe several other cars driving around. It's not that we can't find a spot.
I realize we are all driving around trying to find the spot closest to the door. We spend sixty dollars a month to run on a treadmill and use all of this equipment to get fit, yet are too lazy to park more than thirty steps from the entrance.
I immediately drive to the back half of the lot and park, away from all of the other cars.
Then I jog to the door, laughing. Partly at the ballet of determination the other cars are still performing, and partly at myself for have being one of them.
Is that irony or just idiotic?
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