Every year I’ve taught, I’ve gotten hopelessly out of shape. We’re talking thigh-dimple, arm-waggle, and tire-tummy. This year, I vowed it wasn’t going to happen. I mean, one of the three, I can deal with; but total atrophy is just too depressing.
Alas, my fitness plan hit a snag on Thursday when I had a little tangle with a treadmill. I swear there are bruises to show for my accident, but Dan says they’re too small to be seen by his human eye.
After the crash, the trainer at the Y wanted me to push me out of the fitness center in a wheelchair, but something like, you know, dignity mandated that I walk.
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Has anyone ever told you that you have the best titles for your posts? :]
Ah, sports injuries are kinda like badges of honor....
the titles, they're not mine -- they're straight from the mouths of contestants on project runway. final four this wednesday!!
Oh man, sometimes I wish I had cable television!
I hope you're okay!!! I can't say I've ever had a treadmill accident. Not too hard to do considering the ground under you is constantly moving. No, I have my accidents on firm steady ground.
One time Teen Daughter was on the treadmill and she couldn't remember how to turn it off so she jumped off and scraped up both of her knees.
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