Yeah? So what.

So I fell off the treadmill.
Shut up, thank you very much. :)

Friday's ridiculousness has developed into huge bruises on my elbows and left thigh, and a really stiff neck.

I know you want to know what happened and I really don't want to relive it, but if I can tell the audience at my gig on Friday night, I can tell you.

I was at about 2 1/2 miles on Friday, but I needed a tissue. It wasn't the "wipe your nose on your sleeve" thing either. I needed a tissue.

Fine.

I hop off carefully, leaving the treadmill running, because if you pause it, it will shut itself off before you have a chance to come back from your tissue trip. 'Tis true. I've tried that. And yes, I usually bring tissues with me, but I forgot on Friday.

Anyway ... hopped off, got tissue, finished my business, saw little girl crying in gym, knew her, said "Hi Marlena!," watched her start screaming again, got really distracted, walked back to treadmill, went to walk back on it ...

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

Yes. I forgot I'd left it on. I was distracted!
MORTIFYING!!! I promise you, it's just as mortifying as you imagine it to be. This is all to be imagined with a very cute runner on the treadmill across from me. Horrifying. I did actually feel like jumping out the window but it's triple-paned and that would suck.

I haven't run since Friday because Kel and I have been out of town having a super super time gigging and listening and hanging.

I'm glad to be back and will be running tomorrow at 5:30. Woohoo!