See You at the Treadmill

Stairmaster and I have a "love-hate relationship" I love what it does to my rear end and I hate that I need to spend at least 45 minutes to burn off 1/2 of a cookie I ate the day before. But what makes time go by for me is the gritty voice of Lil'Wayne, self help book in front of me and Dr. Oz's cheesy ass "show and tell" spectacle. I zone right out...all bases covered. Within 10 minutes of my stair stepping performance I realize someone decided to climb on the apparatus right next to me. I looked around...there's at least 6 of them available. Now what would posses this person to be right next to me is beyond comprehension. So I continued. I figured maybe the others weren't working. Then I noticed she was looking at my display console. I could tell from the corner of my eyes that she was curious what level I was on. I was at 12! Out of 20! That's right, I am the stairmaster queen! She put hers on 13. I looked at it and said to myself "I can do 13". Five minutes later I thought "I'm ready for 14" She put hers on 15. I looked over and for the first time we had eye contact. I couldn't show her I was starting to huff and puff so I couldn't slump. I started stepping every 2 steps. She was jogging on the damn steps. Before I knew it, I was engaged in a stairmaster battle. There's no such thing as getting anywhere. There is no prize for someone who finishes first. Damn...now I burnt the whole cookie off. Drenched and tired, it lasted for what seemed like 3 hours. It stopped, I gave her my evil eye, wiped off, took a deep breath and said to her..."See you at the treadmill!"