And I was hoping for a quick fitness fix from your poem ;)
There is something very haiku like in the second stanza - to my mind it stands as a poem in its own right too. Love it.

I really like that you were able to create such a sharp and detailed image with such precision and you didn't waste a single word!! You know it's funny, I was driving past one of those places the other night -and weirdly enough it's on the second floor of this huge, renovated old building here in Chicago -and I remember thinking how surreal it looked, all of these people going nowhere but at the same time, looking as though they were going to burst forth out of the glass and take flight at any moment...

Shoot! I just knew no one was ever paying attention to all of us hamsters on our wheels... this proves otherwise ;) And, in a very well versed piece. So I have to ask: Does this poetry make my butt look fat? Ha!Ha! ~N

...i, like Ms Boling, see a place where it's on the second floor[windowed-in] and it does look a tad bit strange...tho' i walk, heart patient, i still see the surreal-ness of it all.

makes you wonder sometimes, what ever happened to the joy of walking outdoors???? lol...

Awesome, and true...something about the treadmill is addicting, even though I can't quite put my finger on it, lol.