gym drama

Anybody who knows me well knows my recent gym-obsession. It's bordering on lunacy and has only been fueled further by my recent TOP-30-gym-goer status.

Today there was an incident.

I mightn't go back.

A crap song came on my ipod mid-run. I was truly giving it sox on the treadmill when a bad tune ruined my buzz. We've all been there. It's disastrous. So I grabbed for the ipod, dropped it, then all hell broke loose. It went flying halfway across the gym. THEN I WENT FLYING HALF WAY ACROSS THE GYM!

then...

to add insult to injury, a muscled macho man LEAPED off his treadmill to save me.

All I could say was oops, then I had to leave because the giggles took over.