Stick-Figure Storytime: The Gym Creeper

Awhile ago, I was at the gym, just doin' my thang in the back of the little extra workout room that not everyone knows about and/or uses, cause, you know, I like privacy when I'm doin' my squat thrusts and pelvic lifts crunches and whatnot, and this girl comes in.

And she sorta...lingers...by the door for awhile--long enough that I find it odd--before walking to the other end of the room. I go about my business, but sorta can't help kinda watching her to see what she's gonna do.

Next time I look up, she's sitting down on the rowing machine thing. She fiddles with a few knobs and rows once, maybe twice. Sits there some more, then gets up again.

She does the same thing with one of the bikes. At this point, I'm doing some exercises with a weighted bar where you hold the bar on your shoulders and do some different bends.

I bend down, and when I get back up, she's moved from the bike...

TO MY FACE!

I honestly can't remember exactly what happened when I came out of my bend and was eye-to-eye with her, but I hope my face didn't betray my inner urge to run away screaming.

Do you burn more calories during nightmares than during regular sleep?