I was probably about 3/4 of the way through my hour of exercise on the stairmaster, my head down, my hands clasping the top of the machine’s bars and my ear buds in, oblivious to what was going on around me.
I heard someone say something, but the voice didn’t sound familiar, and I ignored it.
Then I heard it again, louder and closer, so I looked up and saw that she was talking to me, with concern on her face. I took out the ear buds so I could hear what she was saying.
“Are you okay?” the little old lady1 asked as she gestured towards my thoroughly soaked shirt and the puddles of sweat on the mat under the stairmaster.
I grinned and told her that I was fine – and, then, realized that she thought I was overdoing it with my heavy sweat and head lowered.
I held my phone up and turned the screen towards her. “I’m watching a movie.2”
1 I guess “old” applies to a large percentage of us at the gym in the middle of the day. I think she was at least 10 years older than me, which would put her at 73 or older – but I could be wrong.
2 My Netflix workout plan.