Idina was always freezing, and she was always wearing her coat. And there was rarely a time when she wasn't exercising. I remember walking into the room on a day I was particularly suspicious of Idina's habits and seeing her leaning against the wall while running in place.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
"Try this!" Idina said, referring to her strange method of running in place. "I don't know why, but it's so much fun!"
So I tried it, just to appease her. It wasn't fun, just weird. I gave her a look that said as much and replied, "That isn't fun at all." Idina shrugged and continued to exercise in said fashion. I watched her for a moment more, then walked out of the room.
Leg lifts, pliés, air-bicycling - I did them all with Idina, because they were "so much fun" (can you sense my sarcasm there?). I was getting more and more concerned about her, but whenever I'd ask her questions, she'd respond with almost-convincing answers. So I let the matter rest. I shouldn't have, but I did.
For after all, didn't Idina think the exercises were merely so much fun...?