Fitness Centers

The other day, I was thinking about all the fitness centers popping up all over the place, and the large numbers of cycling machines, treadmills, rowing machines, etc. Why hasn’t some green-conscious, techo-entrepreneur figured out a way to hook them up to generate electricity for the lights and heat? Most of the machines already have a built-in generator that shows the kw/hour being produced by the user.

Glen Wheeler

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