I was going to take photos this week, but something happened. I'll do it next week, promise. In the meantime, check out these lovely knees!
I slipped on the treadmill Thursday. (It's Friday morning as I write this.) Not sure what happened. I was getting off and must have gotten my foot half on the moving tread and it slipped out from under me. Of course, that was not the bad part. I was still hanging on, so my feet were flying, people were running to me, and I was trying to figure out how to hit the emergency stop without letting go,
Here's the irony: I accidentally smack that emergency stop key on a regular basis, but the one time I needed it, I could not reach the dern thing. Even worse, I know how it works--you hit it, the treads SLOW to a stop. That's an important detail.
So Ryion and Kelly are running to me, others are asking if I'm ok, and I finally realize I can contort down and rub off the stop key with my chin. I do so.
And then the idjit in me thinks, "Phew! I can let go now!" Whereupon the treads sweep me away until my heels bang the back wall, which is close to the end of the treadmill. I grab the sides to push up, but my knees are stuck against the slowing-but-still-moving tread, so for a few seconds, it's pain, pain, pain, baby, feel the burn!
I'm fine. Didn't do any spectacular flips, no broken bones. Just REALLY scraped, bruised knees.
But, hey, let's find a little humor in the situation. leave me your best applicable pun in the comments below. If I get more than five different people commenting, I'll pick the funniest and give you a free e-copy of one of my books!
After all, we kneed to laugh at things like this.