I fell off the treadmill yesterday. Actually, falling off would have been preferable. I sort of kept desperately gripping the hand rail, as if I were riding a mechanical bull after three shots of tequila and wanted to hang on as long as possible. I felt my feet begin to slip away from me, but I thought to myself, Surely I’m not going to fall.
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And hooray for surviving close encounters of the treadmill kind.
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