Clearly this isn’t my picture because I didn’t have a digital camera in 1998 (the last time I was in Hawaii.) This is my sister’s pic and I stole it from her, so we’ll say that it has Sissy Cred. And she won’t know that I stole it until she gets my blog update in her mailbox tonight. Giggle, giggle.
Aside from me galloping off into the Hawaiian sunset, I wanted to also tell you about my first yesterday: I broke a treadmill, my friends! True story. How did this happen, you ask?
Nope, I am pretty sure that is not the case! Remember, I am closer to this:
Well, if you remove the sword and the eye mask and the nunchucks, of course. (Cause I am as slow as turtle, in case you needed that explained.)
Anyway, I have been using the treadmill at my apartment gym lately, instead of going over to 24Hour Fitness. Typically, no one is in there so it is like I have my own, tiny personal gym!
I was about halfway through my run (a whopping 1.5 miles in) and I paused the treddy for a sec so I could hop off and grab my water bottle that I had left in the back of the room. Unfortunately, once I hopped back on and hit “resume,” the whole machine freaked out!
Well, I think it freaked out internally. Externally, it flashed a bunch of red lights at me and then displayed the message “ERR 1.” Uh oh, err is never good.
I pushed a bunch of buttons for awhile, to no avail. It was not going to allow me to finish my run, and unfortunately, I didn’t have warm clothes to head outside. Sure, having my own private gym can be nice….except for the fact that it only has one treadmill!
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