The gym is just about as bizarre an environment as one is likely to encounter.
A completely sterile environment with dozens of strangers doing vaguely suggestive movements in a room together, sometimes in utter silence, while doing their best not to acknowledge each other, except when necessary, doing your best to seem uninterested in the very interesting thing that someone else might be doing, while simultaneously doing your best not to seem too obviously disinterested to the point where its clear that you’re acting disinterested… because that would just be awkward. Just a normal amount of disinterest will do fine, thanks.
While a lot of machines at the gym have a somewhat vague or dubious use, treadmills are not one of them. One belt, going around and around like a moving floor. It’s quite obvious what you do with it, and it’s not sitting.



