So the gym at Hanscom has treadmills that face a wall lined with tvs. I hate running with the fire of a thousand suns, but I know its a necessary evil, so I do it. Today I was running on the treadmill watching some ESPN, because something about watching football players run into the endzone makes me feel more inspired to keep running, when out of the corner of my eye I happen to see Georgie on the next TV over. I thought to myself, hm I wonder what George has to say today and then I broke the cardinal rule of treadmill running (ok I don't really know if its the cardinal rule, but I just made it that), I turned my head 45 degrees to see that tv. No joke, it was 45 degrees. And being the person full of grace that I am, I lost my balance and almost totally went down. I used to laugh at that stop button, thinking that only idiots fall off treadmills but today my hand hit it by accident as I was starting to bite the rubber. And the treadmill came to a dead stop immediately so I couldn't even pretend that I almost didn't fall. Mortified I tried to start the treadmill back up, but it made me wait until it reset. It finally started back up and I continued running with gusto and trying to make my face look like it was red from running.
That story right there pretty much sums up my first 6 weeks in Boston.
George knocks me head over heels all the time. At least you didn't end up in the emergency room, not that that's never happened before...
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