Day 5 of our Disney vacation, and for those keeping track of my inner thigh chaffing condition, I wore pants today. Sweet, barrier between my funky-chunky thighs, pants.
Although today was spent at Animal Kingdom and Epcot, the real highlight was being pulled over by the police on our way home. As soon as the sirens started, we played a rousing game of “Let’s Guess Which Law We Broke”. There were no winners, only first & second place losers. More on that when I return.
Today’s guest post is by one of my favorites, the hilariously relatable, Dani from Cloudy, With a Chance of Wine. I swear she’s been through it all! You think you’ve had bad hotel accommodations? Ha! She was booked in the Philippine Red Light district. Attend a crappy wedding? Umm, she actually got the craps from a wedding. Ever make an ass of yourself at the gym? I bet not like this…
One of the most embarrassing things I’ve ever done is fall off of a treadmill.
It happened when I was 18. It was my first year away from home, and my first time dealing with winter since I was a kid, and I was sooooo homesick.
So I ate.
In the span of about 7 months, I put on 30 lbs.
When spring rolled around that year, on one of my many visits to my Grandparents’ house, my Grandmother came down to greet me and said, “Oh, Dani! You’ve gotten fat!” I’d never been called that in my life. So I joined a gym.
My intention was to stick with things I was familiar with, like Step Reebok classes (remember those?!), but I was given a one-month complimentary pass to use the weight and exercise machines. I figured I had to at least TRY some of the equipment out, and decided I’d go for a run.
Now, I’ve never really had the stamina to run long distances, but everyone made it look so easy. So I started out with a brisk walk, gradually increased the speed until I was jogging, and as I looked around, I actually felt like I fit in.
It was glorious.
But within 2 minutes, that feeling came to a screeching halt.
I was having a hard time breathing, and my attempts to reduce the speed of that damn machine weren’t working, so I eventually just gave up. Yes, that’s right. I just stopped running. And, drama queen that I am, I threw my arms up over my head at the exact moment that my whole body was pushed backwards and smacked into the wall behind me.
Everyone went silent and turned to stare at me.
Now, a normal person would’ve laughed it off, grabbed her things, and headed for the shower. But not me. Nope, I decided to get back on that treadmill and show everyone a little fall wasn’t going to bring me down.
It took a few minutes to psych myself up to do it, but eventually I took a deep breath, put one foot on the treadmill, and then the other foot, and (literally) attempted to hit the ground running.
But the darn thing flung me off.
Imagine my embarrassment when the woman next to me reached over and pressed the red STOP button.
How had I missed that button?
And where was she the FIRST time I fell off?!