People at the gym are fascinating; it's like the Serengeti. Plus there are a lot of mirrors so it is pretty easy to stare at anyone. They all sort of expect it.

Lately, I've noticed a particularly loud and chatty Brazilian trainer. She is like a large and peculiar bird. I try to avoid her.

People at the gym make interesting outfit choices. I'll defend mine by saying that I get easily overheated when I work out. So, don't judge.

One guy wears his street clothes and does nothing but lift weights. Mike is convinced that he is a Russian mobster. I avoid eye contact.

An tall older gentleman I see in the late afternoon wears sparkly silver tights, probably from American Apparel, and a muscle shirt. To him I say, "Rock on, Sir".