Working out

I went to the gym this morning at 7 a.m. Step up, step down, walk, stretch. Fifty minutes yearning to leave. The gym is like a cage that houses many human gerbils that run around looking for the fountain of youth. The TVs are blaring. I am watching someone else working out on the screen to numb my senses that it hurts. Oh I forgot, I still must wash my towels.