Looking for an Open Treadmill at the FitRec and I Found Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 Instead

Article by: Helena | Photo by: Adrianna

It’s a Friday at 5pm at the beginning of the year. I'm trying to walk on a treadmill for 20 minutes and watch a little video. Maybe listen to some music. Maybe do a crossword. Perhaps, I could even name all the countries in the world. Yes, I can actually do this and I only added it to flex on you.

Anyways, it appears that all of the treadmills downstairs are taken. No worries, I'll go upstairs. Half are taken and the other half are out of order. Right, right. You know what? I’ll go to the basement. There’s never anybody there… Until today, apparently. Is everyone training for a marathon or is every single person in the world’s new year's resolution to go to the gym? 

Such a stupid resolution in 2026. Just hop on tiktok shop ozempic. Shein peptides, even. Temu tren. Ok you get the point.

Huh. I’ve never seen that staircase before. Maybe there’s a treadmill there? I’m officially in the backrooms and I spot one girl in the corner.

“Hey, do you know if there are treadmills on this floor? I haven't been here before.” I ask her.

“Bitch I’m literally Amelia Earheart”

Honestly, I felt kinda bad for not recognizing her since she’s like famous or whatever but in my defense I thought she was eaten by crabs.

“Is that the plane you flew?” Sorry, I forgot to mention that there was also a giant plane taking up the entire room.

“Girl, do you genuinely think I flew a Boeing 777? That’s Malaysia Airlines Flight 370”

I’m now extremely overwhelmed at the thought of finding 2 of the most famous disappearances ever. Ughhh lowkey annoying that I found them now and not in 2016 though because I would’ve totally gotten on Ellen. I could’ve been the next Alex from Target. But no. Instead I’ll become an influencer until the SeatGeek money runs out and I’m forced to become a conservative grifter.

Wait there’s another door. Third time the charm maybe I’ll find everything that got lost in the bermuda triangle. Shucks. It’s only all of the passengers from the Malaysia flight. 

“You’re all alive? How did this happen? Everyone thinks you’re all dea-”

I stop in my tracks as I see a glowing object in the distance. Is that what I think it is? I could tear up. I thought I would never find you. I thought nobody would ever find you. 

An open treadmill.