So, recently I have decided that I am fat, and need to be less fat. Upon coming to this realization, I went to the gym and signed up. On the information sheet, they asked 3 questions. (well, more than 3 but these I remember)
1. How do you feel about yourself now? FAT
2. How would you like to feel about yourself? FIT
3. How you you feel in 5 years if you don't change your life style now? FATTER
So after I signed up, purchased the appropriate gym attire (hot-pink stretch pants, neon tank top and coordinating terry-cloth head and arm bands) and got a case of water, away I went to a thinner me. As I have been inside of an athletic workout facility before, I know how to act and have some understanding of the equipment, yet I have never stepped foot on a treadmill. And now I know why...
As I approached the machine, I tapped my toe on the mat, as if testing to see if the water was cold, or if the machine would detect an unsuitable exerciser and fling me off. But it stayed firm and I stepped on, still trying to get my IPod ITouch to work, as I had been for about 7 hours. I started off slow, still pressing the damn buttons on the I Pod, and stumbled off the machine. Okay, machine bit my calf, but I kicked it (gotta show who's boss) and walked back on. As I kept going, I felt more confident and thought I could start a little jog. Then my I pod fell, and in a shining moment of intelligence I stopped and bent down to pick it up, next thing I know I am on my back. Seriously, on my back, thinking "how...what?...sighhhh...." The girl next to me, came over to help me up, barely able to stifle her giggle.
See, I forgot that even though I stopped moving, the treadmill keeps going. I hope that someone got a good giggle from that. The funny thing is that I had been avoiding the treadmill, in fear that something like that would happen. At least now I got it over with. The worst thing was explaining to people the bruise on my arm and how it happened...
