I was on the treadmill this morning, attempting to ignore the fact that my body hates running, and I couldn't help but be distracted by the man on the treadmill next to me.  He made what can only be described as "come hither" faces at himself in the mirror for the entire time I was on the treadmill.  45 minutes.  You go ahead and try to concentrate on not falling off the spinning torture machine when you're doing your best not to laugh out loud.