Friday, March 12, 2010
An Eventful Work-out Session
I stayed strong and got busy on the treadmill. A couple of machines down, a chunky guy climbed up on a treadmill with a personal trainer by his side. A few minutes later, the chunky man had dropped to his side, arms flailing about, treadmill still going. I'm pretty sure he was making some kind of noise, but I couldn't hear him because my music was so loud. The trainer ran to his side and helped him up. I immediately turned my head, swallowed as hard as I could, and bit my tongue, attempting to control my laughter. Every female in my family has this problem - we laugh when people get hurt. It sounds awful, but it isn't because we think the injury is funny. It's the actions leading up to the injury and the reaction of the injured person that is funny. Either way, chunky guy was fine. And I got a good laugh.