“Please no one look at me while I try to figure out how this evil torture machine works.”

“Wait, I can’t start until I find the perfect song!”

“I should really update my work out playlist. I mean, I can only listen to ‘Eye of the tiger’ so many times.”

“Can’t concentrate… personal trainer. Insanely. Hot”

“Wait… is that how you’re supposed to do it?”

“This gym’s starting to get crowded. Maybe I should start working out at home.”

“Hahaha, I’m not going to work out at home.”

“Why does that guy keep staring at me?”

“Oh wait, there’s a mirror right behind me. Right. Forgot this was a gym.”

“Ugh, how much longer do I have to do this?”

“Okay WOW, there are over a dozen treadmills, and you, sweaty, smelly, stranger, just HAD to take the one right next to me?”

“You wanna race, buddy?! Huh?! No — nope, you’re too fast. Okay, you win.”

“IT’S ONLY BEEN 10 MINUTES?!”

“Where are the endorphins?!”

“Okay, okay! C’mon, let’s burn off that cheeseburger!!!”

“I miss my bed.”

“Pizza sounds really good right now. I mean, my trainer did say that eating protein after a workout builds up muscle.”

“Wow, I stink. I hope no one comes near me.”

“Aw crap, it’s what’s-her-face. Please don’t talk to me, please don’t talk to me, please don’t talk to me.”

“Ugh. I can’t wait to eat.”