tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338557.post7157417330998292126..comments2023-08-18T04:37:47.001-04:00Comments on Byzantium's Shores: chronicling the misadventures of an overalls-clad hippie: The People at the GymKelly Sedingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10704114189919711467noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338557.post-39023331744336992662011-04-15T20:36:54.375-04:002011-04-15T20:36:54.375-04:00I listen to an iPod when I'm on the treadmill,...I listen to an iPod when I'm on the treadmill, but not to music. I need some better kind of distraction or I bored with the exercise right away, so I listen to podcasts - which usually results in the same thing Quance mentioned: I laugh out loud to something only I can hear, and everyone around me looks at the crazy man.Call me Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17704646008578216859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338557.post-44286286995117012542011-04-15T11:27:19.185-04:002011-04-15T11:27:19.185-04:00Before Ipods I was probably known as the sweaty gi...Before Ipods I was probably known as the sweaty giggler or Mr. disoriented. I would wear a cheap version of a walkman (one with an antenna) that would inevitably get bad reception unless I tilted my head a certain way and walked sideways.<br /><br />To make matters worse, sometimes the only station I could get was some silly thing on AM that would make me giggle out loud occasionally.Quincenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338557.post-19701159615089754882011-04-15T04:41:22.235-04:002011-04-15T04:41:22.235-04:00yes, I've seen most of these archetypes at my ...yes, I've seen most of these archetypes at my now defunct YRoger Owen Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05298172138307632062noreply@blogger.com