Treadmill: Oh hey there. Long time no see. Lucky for me you've compensated by bringing more to see.
Treadmill: Hmm? Sorry
didn't catch that. Please select your workout program.
Treadmill: Please enter your weight.
Me Oh geez, I don't even own a scale. Last time I weighed myself it was like 120 pounds or something.
Me: Excuse me?
Treadmill: Oh, sorry. Just laughing about something I heard earlier. Please select your age.
Treadmill: Really? Never would've guessed that.
Me: I know right? People always say I look younger.
exactly what I was thinking. Please select the length of your workout.
Me: 20 minutes.
Treadmill: Hey, good for you. All those experts saying you should work out for 30 minutes a day
you show them!
Me: Well you know, I had to walk here from the parking lot. And I'll have to walk back after this
Treadmill: Psh, I was being serious. You jiggle that ass in the face of their "facts!" You gasp for air in the
Me: Just start.
and oh hey, you've only got 19 minutes and 57 seconds left. 56 seconds. 55 seconds. 54 seconds.
Me: Can you talk about something else?
Treadmill: Sure. Oh wow, you've already managed to get your Heart Rate up to 163. Normally that takes at least a few minutes of actual running and you're only at Speed Level 2 and it's only been
Me: Something else.
Treadmill: Check it out. You've burned 4 Calories. That easily makes up for that bag of Cheetos you had for breakfast. It's like you've transformed into a super model before my very eyes.
Me: Really? Because I was actually starting to feel a bit thinner
Treadmill: Really? Because I was joking at your expense. 17 minutes and 29 seconds left.
Treadmill: Man you're like a panting, sweating, gasping sex machine. If you survive to the end of this you'll have to beat the guys away with a stick. You still have the ugly stick God smacked you around with don't you? Or did it snap in two when he got to your fa
Me: Aaand we're done. Stop workout.
Treadmill: Ah come on now! I was just warming up!