No one said that the C25K training was going to be a breeze. Especially considering I haven't ran on a regular basis since my sophomore year of college. The first week had been going pretty well until I met my nemesis yesterday at lunch...the treadmill. I am not a treadmill type of guy but I felt like I needed to get a run in because I wasn't able to the night before due to snow. The treadmill workout started out pretty well. I felt like I looked like I knew what I was doing, blending in with the crowd, feeling pretty good about myself. That is until the unthinkable happened...I fell off of the treadmill. You read that correctly, I am the guy that fell off of the treadmill.
How could that happen? Allow me to explain.
Throughout the workout I was unsure of where to put my IPod (I don't yet have the arm strap). So I decided that I would put in the cup holder. That plan was working out just fine until I inadvertently got my hand caught in the earphones cord and knocked the IPod to the floor. That's where my inexperience on a treadmill came into play as I allowed my instincts to kick and I just stopped to bend down to pick up the IPod. Well, that doesn't work on a treadmill. I learned that the hard way as my feet came out from under me before I could think twice, but I was able to grab the bar and hold myself up. At that point I was understandably flustered/embarrassed, but that's no excuse for my next move...
There I was, holding onto the bar to keep myself off of the ground while everyone around me most certainly looked on with amusement and without thinking I again tried to stand up on the treadmill that continued to roll along at 6.3 mph. Needless to say, the second effort was a futile as the first and I fell again. I didn't fall just once, I fell twice.
I have always thought of myself as a pretty smart guy. After this little episode, that is debatable.
I could have packed up my things and walked out of the gym with my tail between my legs, but I didn't. I quickly picked myself and my pride up off of the floor and continued on with my workout.
Not even extreme embarrassment will keep me from my goal of running a 5K.