For me, pounding the pavement, running as fast as my legs will carry me helps get over a bad day. When I run, I get in this zone that NOTHING can penetrate through. NOTHING. In fact, I was once running directly past a friend yelling my name at the top of her lungs directly in front of me to catch my attention and I didn't even notice she was there. Oops!
|Mostly an irrelevant picture other than the fact I feel this post needed a visual and it's proof that I run. Humble brag moment: Lance Armstrong also ran this race with me. Bucket list win!|
So, this story takes place on one of those types of days.
It was my freshman year of high school and because my stepsister was a personal trainer I worked out at this small, private gym that was mostly used by office tenants in the building. In other words, there was NEVER anyone there. It was my own perfect, private little space to be alone in my workout.
And the best part, there was a TV and DVD player so I could watch movies or episodes of Friends while I worked out. PERFECTION.
Well, there I am, minding my own business and running my little heart out...when all of a sudden...I hear a key turn in the gym door. Curious and confused as to who in the WORLD would be coming in I stepped onto the sides of the treadmill (while the treadmill is still in motion mind you...)
I turn my head toward the long mirror opposite the door to catch a glimpse of who is walking in. Much to my shock some attractive man walks through the door. Naturally, I go to take a second glance.
Unfortunately for me though, this second glance led to injury.
I never really mastered that whole concept of if-one-part-of-your-body-moves-the-rest-of-your-body-DOESN'T-HAVE-TO-FOLLOW. It's just like when you are a kid playing Super Nintendo (and listening to The Cranberries cd cause it is the early 90's after all) and in order to get Mario to jump you feel like you actually have to jump up with the control. Or to get him to turn back around to the left I'd have to also yank the controller to the left...pushing the left button just didn't seem to do enough.
This was just like that.
I craned my neck to get a better look AND that's when my body followed...ONTO the moving treadmill.
I don't really remember what happened next. Only what I imagine must have happened.
The treadmill catapults me against the wall where my body leaves a sizable dent in the wall and I wake up to Mr. Mystery Man picking me up off the ground to wake me.
I went running that day for a little pick-me-up and quite literally got picked up instead.
*(Truth be told, I was so embarrassed I started working out at a different time afraid I'd run into him again.)