I did not fall off of the treadmill while removing my sweatshirt. I was on the elliptical. (Ok, I stood on the side rails, I didn't fall off. That would have probably resulted in my typing this from the E.R.) But...I did have an early senior moment and think the elliptical was going to stop when my allotted time was up, as the treadmill does. In case you're not familiar, it does NOT. Knee twisty and all that. It's sore, but I don't really think I'm hurt. Heh.
I forgot to take Fia's "music player" with me. (LMFAO makes me run faster. Take that how you will.) As a result, I was treated to the jackassery of a guy talking to his buddy about his upcoming court date for his D.U.I. And then later discuss their drinking plans for the weekend. I kinda wish I knew which car was his so I could have removed some air from his tires. Drunk drivers are dicks. Period.
And finally, as I was leaving, a guy that had gotten off the treadmill a few minutes before I finished up was standing by the door reading the brochures. He stood there as I cleaned my bike and retrieved my keys. I walked past him and he walked OUT THE DOOR BEHIND ME. Dude, that's a good way to find yourself stabbed with my keys. I watch an awful lot of Criminal Minds and I trust NO ONE.
So, to sum up: Elliptical does not stop until you stop it. Drunk drivers are scum. And I will stab you if you look the slightest bit suspicious.