That was short-lived.
Few minutes later, they come back, see me through the window (and thus, see that I'm exercising), and knock on the door. Frankly, I was in no mood for this craperoo, and if they couldn't see me in the window, I'd have just ignored them. Since I'm obviously 5 feet from the door and can hear them, I paused the flick and I opened the door with a "What?"
"Hello, we've come to -- "
"Save me the speech. You're here to see if I'll convert, or at least listen to your spiel about your deity of choice, right?"
"Well, we -- "
"I'm busy, so I'm making this easy for you. See this?" I motioned to the star of chaos tattooed on my shoulder. "This is my god. And MY god made YOUR god. So fuck off." I shut the door, un-paused the film, and went back to my exercises. They stood there for a second, looked through the window at me one more time, and walked off, talking to each other confusedly.
Eventually, they'll learn to stop coming to my door.