Oh, and then Laura had to go and tell me that once? She knew someone who got a scrape like this and that person ended up spending a week in the hospital with a raging staph infection and the doctors thought they were going to have to amputate her leg. Isn't that a great story? I tell you, Laura's the person you want by your side when training for a marathon.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
::treadmill casualty or reason no. 89 why I hate the gym::
Well, if I'm going to laugh when other people get hurt, I guess I have to laugh at my own dumb ass. And share it. Because god knows if it happened to anyone else in my general vicinity, it would end up here.
So my friend Laura (who is running the marathon with me) and I went over to the gym to get in our daily workout. We were on side-by-side treadmills and at one point, I hopped off to go turn the fan on, and then stepped back on to continue my run.
Only I forgot that I'd left the treadmill running.
As soon as my foot hit the moving treadmill, I was down. I swear it happened in slow motion: me casually stepping on and then slowly going down...down...down onto my side, where I could not move because a) the damn treadmill was moving so there was nothing to grab on to and b) I was too stunned and laughing too hard. So I just stayed there laughing while the moving rubber gave me a road-rash on my leg.
The very best part? EVERY ONE IN THE WHOLE GYM SAW IT HAPPEN. The cool, young, athletic attorneys...our administrative director who competes in Iron Man competitions....the gym staff....the ex-Marine who works in my program. Ooooh yeah, no one was able to miss me, laying on my side like a beetle and Laura laughing so hard that I think she peed her pants a little bit. My saving grace is that because it was still running, it eventually spit me off the back end.
Oh, I wish I had the video from the security cameras. I'm pretty sure that's going to be a classic in the gym-staff break room.
Gratuitous injury photo: they are both actually MUCH worse than they look. I swear.