OK...I haven't been posting for quite awhile, don't even know if any of y'all will remember me. But, I HAD to come where I know people will understand, or at least commiserate a bit...hehe. Bless his heart, my husband didn't laugh at me, but I'm sure he was dying to...lol.
So, I joined a gym about a month ago...mainly for the unlimited tanning (works wonders for eczema) but I've gone twice with hubby now...first time to tan while he worked out, and today the wait for tanning was too long, so I decided to hop on a treadmill. Place was PACKED...we had to wait for machines. I'd never been on one. So, I took a few moments to get used to it, upped the incline and speed...did 15 minutes, broke a sweat, had to get off after 15 cause hubby has to teach tonight. Anyways, I hit stop on the machine...turned around to get off, fully expecting it to STOP...hence the stop button. It didn't stop!!!!!! I oh so gracefully (cause southern women are graceful always, right?) landed right on my behind!
Luckily I was in the back row, so I'm repeating that over and over...only a few people saw. Hubby's asking 'are you ok, are you SURE you're ok?' Of course one skinny girl saw me and laughed...yeah...I wanted to throttle her, but what do ya do? She was prolly all of 16. I didn't even have the presence of mind to wipe the machine down, I walked straight out! Mortified!!!!!!
OK, sorry that was so long. I told hubby in the car that I can't be the only one to have done that....lol...please tell me that's true?
Commiseration girlies...lol...that's all I need here!
Thanks,
Kim