a piece of advice
my brilliant advice to fellow gym-goers: when you climb onto a treadmill, make sure that the machine is not running before you step on.
apparently, when you step onto a moving treadmill without knowing that it is moving, it will throw you off and give you some pretty nasty bruises and belt-burns all over your knees, shins, elbows and wrists. if you are lucky enough, the jerk who left it on would have done so at a high rate of speed to make the burns even worse. your ipod will go flying and your water bottle will be launched across the cardio area never to be seen again. and if you are in a gym in the d.c. metro area, not one person (other than a personal trainer whose job it is to watch for accidents, once he is done chatting up the hill intern in short shorts and a sportsbra) will come over to see if you are ok. you will be given a small alchohol prep pad to clean your burns, but you won't be given any band-aids to cover them because the burns are just too big. you will be given a pat on the back and left to fend for yourself, stopping at cvs on the way home to buy some bactine, gigantic band-aids, and mellowcreme mini pumpkins to console yourself as you ride the metro home.
as you may have guessed, i learned the lesson above from an experience i had at the gym after work on tuesday night. yep, i stepped on a moving treadmill and flew off. i am now bandaged up and walking with a limp, but i am fine. the bean should be fine too - my books say that it is protected by the "most sophisticated shock absorbtion system in the world." it would be extremely rare for something to have happened to him or her. i guess it is a baby, in placenta, in a muscle, in fat, in skin, so it really is protected. i am sure he or she is just chillin in there, not even knowing what happened. which is more than i can say for its mom. :)
apparently, when you step onto a moving treadmill without knowing that it is moving, it will throw you off and give you some pretty nasty bruises and belt-burns all over your knees, shins, elbows and wrists. if you are lucky enough, the jerk who left it on would have done so at a high rate of speed to make the burns even worse. your ipod will go flying and your water bottle will be launched across the cardio area never to be seen again. and if you are in a gym in the d.c. metro area, not one person (other than a personal trainer whose job it is to watch for accidents, once he is done chatting up the hill intern in short shorts and a sportsbra) will come over to see if you are ok. you will be given a small alchohol prep pad to clean your burns, but you won't be given any band-aids to cover them because the burns are just too big. you will be given a pat on the back and left to fend for yourself, stopping at cvs on the way home to buy some bactine, gigantic band-aids, and mellowcreme mini pumpkins to console yourself as you ride the metro home.
as you may have guessed, i learned the lesson above from an experience i had at the gym after work on tuesday night. yep, i stepped on a moving treadmill and flew off. i am now bandaged up and walking with a limp, but i am fine. the bean should be fine too - my books say that it is protected by the "most sophisticated shock absorbtion system in the world." it would be extremely rare for something to have happened to him or her. i guess it is a baby, in placenta, in a muscle, in fat, in skin, so it really is protected. i am sure he or she is just chillin in there, not even knowing what happened. which is more than i can say for its mom. :)
posted by little bean at 7:08 AM
2 Comments:
oh you poor sugar!!! I am so sorry. When me and El G were first dating, I fell on the treadmill. But some moron had positioned the treadmill up against the wall so that when I bit it, i couldn't get off since I was pressed into the wall and the belt kept coming and coming. I was all jacked up. Sore and bloody and humiliated. I was alone when it happened. But I was limping and sore for a week. I still made it to the kegger that night at Lozano's though. Have fun in Tejas.
Oh no! I just read your blog- you poor thing-- that sounds miserable! Who was the jacka## that left the treadmill on? Mandy
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