10,000 steps a day you say, a 10,000 steps a day… but if I’m being honest I was reaching the nearer side of 20,000 but that’s what happens when you are preparing to climb Mount Everest Base Camp!
I can can confidently say that the treadmill is not my friend and as for the stair master, he is a mother-ducker. 5 minutes on that thing and I swear my calves are going to explode, or I’ll get calve cramp and fall off. Saying that, have you ever fell off equipment in the gym before? I have. Badly. Like BADLY. That kind of fall that would definitely be shown on You’ve Been Framed. It was awful.. I still have the scar now.
Now the Mr trains me now then (and no we don’t argue, go us! Well unless it’s abs, but who enjoys abs, right?! Lol)
So anyway, I am warming up on the treadmill, the Mr is stood next to me waiting for my warm-up to end. I’m running relatively fast, not Usain Bolt fast… more ‘crap my bus is here’ fast, but needing a rest, I put my feet on to the sides so I can pop back on when I’ve caught my breath. Now I always do this so nothing new, but on this occasion my foot slips, and gets stuck between my treadmill and the other one my Mr is stood on. The treadmill is still going full speed so I have my knee running a long the treadmill and the other wedged, I’m now lopsided trying to not panic and act cool – nothings going on here guys……….. I’ve lost my foot. I’m going to be footless. Someone help. The Mr is stood there stunned. Helping but not helping. Hit the big red emergency button god dam it. He does. Treadmill tilted, and my foots released. No amputation needed. Everyone’s staring. First Aider please!!
…..I still get the “oh it’s the girl that fell off the treadmill” looks now, but you know, it’s character building.
theclumsywanderer 