Cross Trainer
Ok, another "look at how cool I am" post.

Except I wasn't. In the slightest.

But I was being eyed up (so I was telling myself) - or possibly she was thinking "look at that eejit who thinks he looks cool" and I was on the cross trainer.

After 20 minutes of working out (I usually did 10, but I wanted to appear cool) I decided to get off and go and use the situp bench (Actually, I just needed to sit down as I was totally knackered).

However, I forgot that 20 minutes of cross training was about 10 more than I normally do and I had weak, rubbery legs.

You might be able to see where this is going.

I stepped off and down - put my hand out where the Cross-Trainer handle **should** have been - except it wasn't. And my legs were rubbery (which would explain why the Cross trainer lept away from me) - and the evil floor decided to flex horribly under my oh-so-steady legs (ok, maybe I lied about the floor flexing).

So there I am half stumbling, half collapsing off the equipment - I can save this.

**Flump!**

No, I can't - I've flumped into a ridiculous heap on to the floor on to my bum - in full view of the whole gym and, of course, in full view of the girl who was looking at me - Except now the look was a mix of pity and eye rolling.

I got up and stumbled on to the situp bench where, I'm pretty sure I just lay for about 10 minutes trying to do something - anything to rescue my dignity - and failing as lying in a heap, sweating, isn't dignified.....

Bah!
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Wed 15 Jul 2009, 11:23, Reply)