Again, I'm finding stories I told people a while back, and since I'm bored I feel like posting random shit.
I  once, in an incident I must have repressed for many years because  whenever I guess asked my most embarassing moment I forget about this  one, was thrown cartoon style from a tread mill.
It seems I am unable to walk at a speed of 6km an hour. News to me, wish someone had told me before hand.
Now  wait, it gets better. I Wasn't thrown right away... No, I had had the  foresight to grab hold of the handle when things started to get a big  dodgy... thing is, I was still holding on when my feet came out from  under me. So I am still holding on to the bars though. Picture me if you  will, going 'fwap fwap fwap against the tread. Yup. Feeling intense  heat growing against my shirt-front, I decided it might be a good idea  to let go before I set myself on fire. Whoosh.
Now because this  is me, this doesn't happen in the privacy of my own home where I can  look around and say 'Oh thank GOD no one saw that'. No, fate doesn't  like me quite that much. THis happens at the local Y. On one side of me,  my friend and workout companion laughing her ass off like some kind of  retard, not trying at all to do something logical like help me. On the  other side of me on a stationary bike, one incredibly handsome man,  looking like he just witnessed an antelope being devoured by a pack of  jackals. Just horrified.
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