You see, I’m not a member of Gold’s or Bally or any other reputable fitness establishment.
NOOOOoooo…not me. I’m a member of our church gym.
It’s actually a real confidence booster because no one under the age of 75 is a regular guest/member of our gym. When I’m on the treadmill running, I look like a superstar because my treadmill neighbor is usually wearing a heart monitor and shuffling along at a steady 1 mph pace. I’m like an olympic athlete to those folks!
Except for today….
Today… lost in a sea of deep thoughts and running at a pace much faster than normal…I inexplicably flew off the back of my treadmill and ended up face down on the floor. That was bad enough, but for some unknown reason (maybe it was shock or stupidity…either works here) I tried to recover and hop right back on the treadmill from the back end while the belt was still flying at a healthy speed. Needless to say, the results were not graceful. Lying on the floor after my second failed attempt, I began to wonder who was watching. I was suddenly self-conscious. I hobbled up on one leg and began to dramatically inspect the still moving belt pretending to look hard for that darned banana peel…my acting skills were for naught…my senior citizen, hard-of-hearing friend was completely unaware of my mishap….apparently the Regis and Kelly TV program was much more entertaining than me.
Whew….that was a close one. Do you now see why I choose to workout with senior citizens?!? Even when you fly off the back of your treadmill, you can still be a superstar!!
When I drove in the car line to pick up Jordan this afternoon, she took one look at me and said, “Mom…what in the world happened to you?!? Geez, when are you going to stop getting hurt…you look like you had a bike wreck or something….just look at your knees!!!”
It’s true…there’s no skin on my knees or elbows. I also have a garden variety of bruises.
Today, I really tore it up!