Twitter Is Hazardous To My Health (PG-13 mental images included)

I guess I should start at the beginning.  I was tweeting with some awesome people: @SpeerOz, @jenniferlaustin, and @blogginglily   We were talking about going the gym, or avoidance thereof.

I was peer-pressured encouraged to go ahead and go.  Right before I left, the topic of treadmills vs. running outside came up and I mentioned that I needed to mostly run on a treadmill because my ankle is full of metal. Of course, I mentioned this, but left them hanging.  I'd be back in an hour or so, right?

Here's that story:  Two and a half years ago, I was walking down my back steps with my husband, stepson, and then 8 month old Fia to get ice cream.  I was also reading a tweet about ghee written by amalah  (if you don't follow her, you should, she's freaking hilarious).  Anyway....down the stairs I went.  I broke my ankle in three places.  Of course, even though my ankle was dangling at a horrifying right angle from my leg, I was still concerned about where my phone landed.  Five days in the hospital, two surgeries, and lots of metal later, I found myself stuck on the couch for about 10 weeks.  Because I was playing on Twitter while I was walking.

Fast forward to today. I was at the gym, still tweeting while I was still walking slowly on the treadmill.  I put my phone down, as I was getting hot and started taking off my sweatshirt with one hand, and to hang on with the other.  I've done this before, but I always remembered to stand on the side rails. I pulled my shirt up, it got stuck on my head and I noticed that my t-shirt was coming up too, so I let go with the other hand....and went flying off of the treadmill.  Ok, maybe not flying, because I wasn't going that fast, and it kinda felt like slow motion.

As I landed on my butt on the floor of the gym (and while it wasn't packed, there were plenty of people there), I started laughing and then I realized that I had managed to pull BOTH of my shirts off.  So, I'm sitting there on the floor of the gym, with no shirt on - just a sports bra.  And laughing my ass off.

I frantically pulled my t-shirt out of my sweatshirt, put it back on, and hopped on the treadmill.  And immediately Tweeted about what I had just done.  Because, of course.