Conclusive proof that I'm strange

Had a fun day in Chicago with Doris and friends on Saturday. We're in the taxi going from the place where we had drinks to the place we were going to have dinner, and we are stopped at a corner where there's a fitness center. I love fitness centers in the middle of the busy city. These huge glass windows all steamy from people working out, and you can look in and kind of see people working out. I commented on how much I enjoy that. It was pointed out to me that that is weird.

I guess it's just that I love exercising so much and I also enjoy watching other people do it.