So I hit the gym tonight, like I do most nights after work. I just could NOT get myself together when I first got there. I hopped on the treadmill and managed to drop my phone not once, not twice, but THREE times. (I use an app on my phone for my running/walking training). All three times, I somehow managed to snag my headphones with my flailing arms and yank the phone off the stand. The first time, I managed to catch it before it hit the floor (or the treadmill). No big deal, I repositioned the phone and kept walking.

The second time, I once again hooked my headphones. The phone hit the treadmill, then flew off the end. I slapped the pause button, turned around to grab it and in that horrific moment realized I had NOT hit the pause button hard enough. I did some kind of ninja/Matrix moves and manged to stay upright while sending MYSELF flying off the end. I stood there, heart pounding, looking around frantically to make sure no one saw me. (I KNEW I was at the gym alone, but I couldn't help myself). I gave the cameras a quick glance and prayed to all that's holy that the owner won't watch the camera tomorrow.

I stood at the end of the treadmill, watching the belt roll along at a lovely 4.0 mph. I thought "well hell, now what?" After some study and planning, I managed to get back on the sides, and baby step my way to the controls. I once again slapped the pause button, this time actually halting the belt of death. This time I remembered to hook up the safety strap. I got myself situated and once again hit the start button. And once again, I managed to rip my headphones out of my ears, simultaneously sending my phone flying, scaring myself and ticking myself off, all in one swift movement. I said "you have got to be KIDDING me!" This time I was smart enough to hit pause. I was not smart enough to unclip the safety strap. The machine shut down instantly. Game over. No more walking without a reset. I stood there muttering to myself "Pull yourself TOGETHER woman!"

I seriously stood there debating whether or not I should get back on or just go home. I finally started laughing at the absolute absurdity of the moment. (I was also picturing the face of the ultra-coordinated gym owner as she watched me flailing around). I decided I would try ONE more time. Success! My ears (and phone) were intact after this go round.

Now, I'm not the most coordinated person in the world, but I can typically walk without too much effort. Apparently that was not the case tonight.

Moral of my story? Laugh at yourself and move on! (And use your safety clip).