Michael sits in the locker room a few very old men are standing by their lockers naked. Very uncomfortable, he waits a few minutes for them to leave. They don’t they just stand there speaking about politics and money. Not only are they not leaving they aren’t even getting dressed. Ten minutes goes by, time to make a move. Keeping his back to the old men Michael quickly gets out of his clothes into his work out clothes. To anyone the two sets of clothes would pass as twins.

Now walking out of the locker room Michael notices very thin women pumping iron and a few man roid heads. Who gets up this early? Tradmill, Michael can do this. Getting to the treadmill is worse than walking to the front of class for show and tell.
Where’s the on button? Michael begins pressing buttons. The treadmill begins to take off.

“SIR!”
Someone yells from across the room.
“You need to reserve that machine!”

Michael smiles and walks back into the locker room. This working out stuff isn’t easy. Tomorrow will be better.