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That I ended up in a ‘work out’ room with two treadmills, six hand weights and four elderly men wasn’t the problem.  Nor was it the united fact that the five of us were all there to work off the extra pie we hadn’t said ‘no’ to on Thursday.  Or Friday.

The problem was me.  On a treadmill.  Uh, walking.

I’ve been on a treadmill before.  I think I was desperate then, too.  And I remember pushing buttons to increase and decrease speed.  But I mostly remember hating the whole experience.  Who does this to themselves?  

Only this morning, there wasn’t much else to choose from.  It was either breast stroke it in the pool, which, uh, required the use of a swimsuit.  As in wearing one.  Or I could watch the sweat drip off the arcadia door in the work out room and climb on a treadmill born in the same year as me.

I went with the dripping sweat.

That there was a flat screen television clinging to the wall eight inches from my face broadcasting a football game I had no investment in may have been the reason I forgot where I was.  Or rather what I was supposed to be doing, which was keeping up the pace on the treadmill.  Until I zinged right off the end of the thing and donated an eight inch strip of skin from my left shin to the revolving black tarp. I was still clinging with one arm to the side of my moving machine, like I thought it might drive away without me, when the gentleman still jogging on the treadmill beside me said, “don’t worry.  That already happened to me.”

I repeat.  Who does this to themselves?


7 Responses to “When it Don't Pay to Work Out”

  1. Ruth Slagowski says:

    My thoughts exactly! But I sure wish I looked like I did!!! :/

  2. Perry Olson says:

    I can relate to falling off a treadmill. I had a bad experience once upon a time and I learned to pay attention. It’s easy to let the mind wander when your walking and not going anywhere.

    I am enjoying your blog!


  3. Carolyn Moore says:

    It takes one to know one. When I got my treadmill last year I went flying off the back of it because I was going to get off without slowing it down. Big mistake!! The window was behind me so I could not let myself fly off the back end. I too held on for dear life as it ground my shins down. Ouch and Double Ouch is all I have to say. You are now a true comrade. Welcome to my
    war zone :0)


  4. Sarah says:

    This one had me busting a gut. I mean really laughing-out- loud. I laugh at the wrong times and, I laugh hard when some one may have been seriously hurt. I hope you are ok. I guess your are ok enough to keep writing, so that is all I can ask for

  5. Natalie says:

    That is too funny Jeanne, I just love reading all your story’s!!

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