A Moment for My Memoir

I have done plenty of asinine things in my life. We all have. At least, that's what I tell myself to better help get through my stupidity. Unfortunately, there are more of those moments than I care to admit. Yesterday, however, I had one that needs discussing. Before I did this act, I thought it only happened in movies, and even then it seemed forced. Apparently, I got cocky and Fate seemed determined to prove me wrong. I went to the gym. I hopped on the treadmill. I ran... and ran... and ran... and landed on the solid portion of the treadmill. I face-planted. Ask Samantha (who was on the treadmill next to me), it was an impressive fall. In my defense, I leaped up and finished my run. All the while I felt the mocking glares of my fellow Y members burning into my back. Honestly though, I couldn't have cared less. It was hysterical! Now I have another anecdote for my memoir (don't worry, I'm not going to write one! It's a nice thought though, isn't it? Haha). In telling this story, I decided to share a picture of the treadmill's impact on my left leg. Well played, treadmill, well played.

The injuries, which did not photograph well (go figure), include various "road" burns, a blood blister, and a bruised ego. Also, I promise to never photograph my white, pasty leg again. I swear.