I’m not normally a treadmill kind of girl. I’d much rather be out in the woods or on a path near the water or wandering downtown. However, being that I work so much and also happen to find myself at the gym for weights and the pool, it sort of made sense to try and get my speed walking done on the treadmill. I don’t run because, well, my boobs don’t like it.
Anywhoo, last night I think, “Treadmill. Can’t be that difficult. Right?” Step on and push start and walk right?
Evidently, there is much more to it, like uhm, balance and speed and not getting shot off the machine into the guys standing behind me. I only did a mile and I clung to the rails the whole time. People were kind enough not to stare or laugh, but I could feel eyes on me and like any neurotic paranoid person I filled in their thoughts in my own mind. The best part came when I tried to stop and foolishly rather than walk to a stop – I tried to step on the rest along the side, but obviously the treadmill is still going for the left foot and I crashed into the front of the machine with my elbow and chest. Then, because I was embarrassed I tried to hurry away, but the floor wasn’t moving so I did a sort of drunken sway to the stairs and leaned against the wall to balance my equilibrium until I could get to the locker room where I sat and laughed.
Evidently, it’s going to take some getting used to. Treadmills are not my style, but unfortunately, by necessity they may just become my best friend. Assuming that I can figure out how to use one properly.
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