Treadmills Are My Friends...

It's the road signs, 'Beware of lions.'
~ Kip Lagat, Kenyan distance runner,

on why his country produces so many great runners

 

So… I didn’t have the best day today.  To top it off I am fighting a head cold.  I still thank God for the day and I think we all officially need a laugh. 

 

Let me start off my stating to the world that I am naturally clumsy and I am ok with that.  Seriously… I take the phrase “accident prone” to another level.  Yeah… I am that uncoordinated chick that manages to falls “up” the steps.  One day I will have to share one of my “I fell flat out in the middle of the sidewalk... while running… hope nobody saw me” stories.  However, today I am going to share the simple fact that electronic devices hate me.  Yep… it’s true.  Since I’m talking fitness… I will stick with my love / hate relationship with treadmills. 

 

On most days treadmills are ok, but every once in a while… one of those fancy buggers give me a run for my money.  The last treadmill disaster came during my family reunion this Summer.  I was working out at the hotel gym (because I am crazy like that) when I eyed the treadmill.  It was all shiny and black.  Looking like a fitness oasis in the corner.  I was like… man I need to get some miles in.  So I hopped up on the treadmill and started gazing over the buttons.  The buttons had buttons on this thing.  However, I was determined to run.  I started pressing the appropriate looking buttons and turning green colored knobs.  Nothing… literally… nothing happened.  I looked around to make sure nobody was getting their “candid camera” points.  I tried again... still nothing. 

 

At this point I am taunting myself saying things like “you’re a smart girl... are you going to let this simple machine beat you?”  I’m like NO WAY!!!  Surely… if I couldn’t get it to work the thing MUST be defective.  There is absolutely no way this could be a “user error”.  I hopped off and made a B-line straight to the front desk.  How dare they put a malfunctioning piece of equipment in the gym?  The sweet front desk girl walks me back to the gym… listening to me describe the flawed treadmill.  She is nodding her head and smiling prettily.  We get to the gym and she simply leans over it… takes the magnetic key fob (hanging sweetly from the center ring) and touches it, ever so lovingly, to the metal circle on the face of the treadmill.  The thing lights up like a Christmas tree.  I looked at her like she just pulled a sword out of the hotel stone.  With shame on my face… I simply said thank you and proceed to program that sucker to run me until I couldn’t see straight.  LOL!

 

I found this funny treadmill clip and just had to share it.  This has never happened to me, but I have come pretty close.  ***Turn your volume down if your at work.***  Enjoy.

 

~ LR... OMM40:31