"Choosing trust over doubt gets me burned once in a while, but I'd rather be singed than hardened." -Victoria Monfort

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Kinda Extreme Sports...

I love to show you disgusting blister pictures. So, heres one more! I swear I use to have really cute toes with a french manicure. And now, I've had to cut half the big one off due to a previous injury, (not documented) and now this.

I forgot socks AGAIN yesterday for my workout. I almost went home, but then rethought it..only 3 weeks until I have to be in front of the boy in a bathing suit. Ack. So I stuck it out. This lovely blood blister, (my first bloody one!!!) is the result of 2.5 miles on the treadmill, 6 on the bike, and 2 on the eliptical. I'd like to say that the two on the eliptical nearly killed me, as I despise that machine. I'd be much happier fast walking my way to a better body on the treadmill, but as I've said before, this has stopped working. *sigh*

As if trying to kill myself with my workout wasn't enough, I decided to move my massive treadmill at home downstairs. See I asked the boy if he'd help me Sunday, but then we went shopping, and ate, and watched movies, and I was pretty much contentjust cuddling with him and looking at his cute self, so I forgot. You would too if you were mezmerized by your manfriend. Sue me. It's been slowly falling apart, and occupying too much space in my living room, so it's on it's way to the curb. I might mention first that the last time I moved my treadmill downstairs, I got it stuck in the ceiling on the stairwell. When I unjammed it, it pummeled to the bottom of the stairs and stuck in the wall.

This time I thought I was smarter and finangled it to lay down the stairs, so it wouldn't get stuck in the ceiling again. But, just as I got the majority of it on the stairs to "slide" right down, with me in front of it, I realized it may weigh more than I do, as it slammed into me, and knocked me off my feet. My ninja-like reflexes are what saved me, as I grabbed onto the bannister mid-fall, and stopped the thing with my body. That wasn't my intention, but that's what happened. I really could have been murdered by my treadmill. It could've knocked me all the way down the steps, and ran me over, smashing my fragile head! I could have been decapitated! I could have ruptured some organs! It's a good thing I'm a solid girl. Or, I could have broken in two!
And we all know, my greatest fear is being dead in my apartment for days, eaten by my cats. Sure, they love me, but they love food slightly more, proven by the way they withold affection when they are "almost" out of food in the bowl.

Someone was lookin out for me. I managed to only get a few bruises, and a lot of sore. Good thing I have that huge blood blister to distract me from the pain. I am woman hear me roar. Rawwr!


AMPlifier said...

While eating my lunch, I came to visit your blog. Saw the pic first thing; I'm going to have to come back later to actually read it. After I'm done losing my lunch...

Slick said...

Geeezus, that's the first i have ever heard of a treadmill attacking an actual person!

Glad you have some awesome reflexes. I'm sure the manfriend is also ;)

babylamb said...

I'm glad your ok, you could have been hurt bad.

Also put some extra socks in your gym bag.. No more blisters.

Anonymous said...

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew. i can't get over that picture.