Treadmills may be a good way to get physical exercise, but they sure aren't helpful for the mental side. Most of the enjoyment I derive from running around this neighborhood is watching the scenery move around. Twenty-five minutes of running in one place is no different than standing motionless for twenty-five minutes in one place with nothing to do. My eyes were either focused on the ticking timer, focused straight ahead in a blank daze, focused on the ticking timer, or focused straight ahead in a blank daze. I didn't feel any more relaxed after the run. I better get used to this fast.
During The Golden Child*, there's a scene where Eddie Murphy sneaks into a house populated by a biker gang. One would think that a scene like this creates the feeling that our protagonist is in danger. That is not the case if the bikers are sitting around while watching a Ratt video. Did real bikers even listen to Ratt back then?