Grace in Motion

I used to consider myself moderately graceful. I could dance, walk a balance beam, walk and chew bubblegum, etc etc. Over the years there have been moments when I doubted my grace, but there were always extenuating circumstances that contributed to a fall. Yesterday I was forced to acknowledge that I have been living in a reality that is clearly not actually reality. I will relate the events that let to the revelation that I am an unadulterated klutz.

When I got home from work Tuesday I was in a hurry to exercise before my husband and toddler made their appearance. I quickly changed into my workout clothes, selected a DVD to watch, and hopped on the treadmill. After a few minutes of warming up, I kicked the speed up to allow me to jog. The lights flickered a bit, but never went out so I continued to run in the comfort of my home while a storm raged outside. After 2 minutes of a brisk jog, I again kicked the treadmill up a notch and was actually running. Not 5 seconds after I started to run, the electricity went out. Can you see where I'm going with this?

When the power went out, the treadmill went off. When the treadmill went off, I kept running. Now speed x mass / immovable object + impact = pain. For those of you not in the know, when the treadmill belt is no longer working with you, you are no longer running in place. It should here be noted that if you continue to run, you will begin a forward momentum and indeed hit the control console on the treadmill, which will in effect clothesline you.  If you are a well endowed woman there is also the slight possibility that you could have a nipple pinched by the above mention clothesline with such force it almost detaches itself from your boob.

Just a little FYI for ya.