file this under "it could only happen to me"
It's been business as usual today, for the most part. Got my "Dear Reader" letter approved, so that's one item to cross off the list. And I'm halfway thru ch2 of BLACKMAILED INTO BED, still going strong. Yay!I also decided to walk instead of bike for my daily exercise today--mostly so I could start another book. I picked Taming Blackhawk by Barbara McCauley. It's a Desire (a couple of years old, I believe) & so far, it's excellent.
The highlight of my day--& I'm going for deep, deep sarcasm here--was falling off the treadmill.
LOL Yes, that yip you heard this morning was me flying through the air & landing smack-dab on the end of the still-moving belt. Don't ask me how it happened because I honestly have no idea. One minute I was doing fine--walking, reading, minding my own business. The next, I was sort of like a pen dropped on an escalator. Pa-thump, pa-thump, pa-thump. (Go ahead, take a minute to picture that. Laugh if you must.)
I could have been killed! But luckily, I got away with only a few scrapes & bruises. There's a spot on my leg that really hurts (especially if I poke at it) & I have the tread of the belt imprinted on one elbow & one knee, but it could have been worse. Of course, you know how this sort of thing is; I feel fine now, but I may be too stiff & sore to move by morning.
I can tell you one thing for sure... If I ever go near the darn thing again, I'll be using that little emergency pull tab that's supposed to stop the treadmill if you fall off. I didn't think it was necessary, since I've been walking...well, you know, all my life...& on the treadmill for about 5yrs without anything even close to this happening. But now I know differently. Now I will be sure to buckle up for safety, even if I'm not leaving the house. 8-P
