Off the beaten track
Saturday October 23rd 2010, 10:00 pm
Filed under: Family

Auditioned for the next Incredibles movie: st r e  t ch.

So I was going to show you the it-was-going-to-be-finished baby sweater. Yeah well.

Typing gingerly and glad for a hubby who raced for the icepacks: turn the treadmill off first, don’t grab at the handle to keep from falling while it pulls your feet away. Or, how to learn things you already knew and thought you’d planned out against in advance.

Life’s way of saying, forget the chores; go prop up your feet, wrap an afghan around you (thank you all for those!) and go read a good book in the October evening cool.

Why thank you, Three Cups of Tea arrived in the mail, I think I will.

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I really enjoyed that book. Missed seeing Greg Mortenson last time he was in SF.

Comment by anne 10.23.10 @ 10:45 pm

Ouch, sounds painful! I dislike dreadmills with a passion. I understand they serve a purpose in life (and unlike some things, I can actually see what purpose), but they’re always out to get you. I am lucky I don’t need them. Take care of the bruised bits, and wrap up in those afghans.

Comment by tinebeest 10.24.10 @ 12:19 am

Tinebeest’s “out to get you” comment reminded me of something my daughter tried to describe. She had to choose between a European Awareness class or a gym class which involved having your feet strapped onto some pedals on a machine (?) The thought of being attached to something moving freaked her out and luckily she got the European class!

Comment by LynnM 10.24.10 @ 1:13 am

I hope you’re ok?? Sending worried thoughts your way. Take care.


Comment by Mary 10.24.10 @ 2:08 am

Oh, do be careful. Hope you are better soon. It’s good that hubby was home when that happened.

Comment by Joansie 10.24.10 @ 2:57 am

oh dear! i hope the trouble is very short-lived. or maybe just as long-lived as it takes you to get through your book. 🙂

Comment by lori 10.24.10 @ 4:51 am

This is a little like watching someone choke, but who is coughing loudly. You know they are essentially OK, because you can hear air getting into their windpipe. It’s when they are silent you get really worried.

Which is a long way of saying I’m glad you aren’t so out of commission that you couldn’t post about it, but sorry to hear of any discomforts.

Comment by twinsetellen 10.24.10 @ 6:48 am

I hope you are mending today.

Comment by Sherry in Idaho 10.24.10 @ 7:35 am

Yeah, I’ve never trusted myself on a treadmill. I can totally picture that scenario.

Comment by suburbancorrespondent 10.24.10 @ 8:28 am

Yikes. Recover gently, and read deeply.

Comment by Channon 10.24.10 @ 8:59 am

hope you are feeling much better — what you need now is chocolate!

Comment by Bev 10.24.10 @ 9:01 am

My, my, all that good advice, especially Bev’s. You couldn’t get me anywhere near a treadmill, or as tinebeest put it, Dreadmill. I’ll bet that’s not a typo.

Comment by Don Meyer 10.24.10 @ 9:53 am

It all sounds WAY too painful. Hope everything settles down and feels better ASAP!

Comment by Diana Troldahl 10.24.10 @ 11:35 am

Do they have treadmills that aren’t electric? That’s the kind I would need I am a klutz and a half. I hope you are Okay, man that’s gotta hurt.

Comment by Kris 10.24.10 @ 6:48 pm

You weren’t off the beaten track. You were the beaten tracker being throw off. I hope you will have a discussion with your treadmill on the things that will happen to it if it doesn’t behave. (Maybe Richard’s recumbant bicycle can tell it some scary stories.)

Comment by LauraN 10.25.10 @ 5:56 am

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