Treadmill Face

Lying on my side, working through the clamshell exercises and side planks directed by my trainer, I stare sort of blankly at the treadmill frame.

Treadmill face as originally seenAfter a few weeks (OK, maybe it was a few months), I finally notice someone staring back at me.  Someone who looks as if they belong in a Picasso painting.

Portrait viewof treadmill face


  1. Picasso, eh? This piece of art certainly ups the ante! I think we are venturing into the territory Melanie sang about when she protested that “a thing’s a phallic symbol when it’s longer than it’s wide.” When is a face no longer a face? Point of view is everything.

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