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| Aways stretch before exercising... |
I got out of bed this morning with energy, radiance and the power of accomplishment. "Today is the day!" I thought. Got dressed in sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt and walked to the gym at my apartment complex to use the treadmill (walking around WalMart involves stopping and starting, so it doesn't really count as 'exercise', although if I see something I want, I can get a little cardio going).
The treadmill was already on, so I made sure the little red emergency stop string was by my hand, I stepped on, pushed the start button and, literally, got thrown off the thing. (Just like on "America's Funniest Videos! Where's a camera when you need it?) Apparently the last person who used the treadmill was running - REALLY running - like bill collectors were chasing her. I sat there for a moment (I missed landing on the Yoga mats by this ' ' much), assessing the damage and didn't find anything broken, so I stood up (after sending up a small prayer that I'd be able to...).
Kudos to me for re-adjusting the speed and getting right back on! I walked for almost 12 minutes and it started going really fast again! This time I was savvy enough to put my feet on the side runners that don't move and stop it before I was thrown off again! God has a way of sending us signals when it is time to stop certain activities.
I am home now, eating a bowl of comfort oatmeal w/maple syrup (sugar-free), after neosporin-ing my scraped knees, elbows and left pinky finger (yeah, I don't understand that one, either...). My knees are bruising and I already have a HUGE bruise on my ego, but I swear, as soon as I can move again, I'm gonna go to WalMart and walk around.
