If I were King of the the World, I’d obviously have a lot of rules I’d like to install, but chief among them would be to limit the amount of time during which you are allowed to walk on the treadmill. Look, if you aren’t trying to strain yourself, just use one of the less desirable pieces of equipment that better facilitates pretending to exercise. And while we’re at it, you don’t need the spandex to walk. I regularly walk for periods exceeding twenty minutes without looking like I’m about to go SCUBA diving.
UPDATE: I knew that someone would wonder about the plight of those on rehabilitative assignments, the infirm, etc., and I suppose I should have added that caveat. Obviously, I wasn’t trying to suggest that people who must walk on the treadmill be barred from it, just that those who aren’t aiming to push themselves or those who are easily pushed should do so on a piece of equipment which better suits that purpose. It’s the same reason you shouldn’t drive slowly in the left lane on a highway; if you’re going to travel at 55 mph, you should stay in the right lane regardless of your legal right to occupy the left, because it’s inconsiderate.
UPDATE II: Olivia points out that many “larger” wearers of spandex do so to alleviate the dread “chub rub,” which is apparently endemic among the thunder thighed population. As one who was born with such an affliction, I certainly understand the conundrum. In any event, my point was to make a joke about people who dress like they’re about to play laser tag in 1992 when they’re in fact doing something many people do on the way to work.