There are many moments in my life where I feel that I have a propensity for physical comedy. Being extremely uncoordinated I have taken more slips and spills than I care to admit. However, my most recent meeting with ungraceful catastrophe was to funny to not share.
A few days ago, I jumped on the treadmill excited to begin my run. As I went to plug in my headphones (I enjoy watching the Jeff Probes shows as I jog) I realized that my headphones were in a knot. So I set the treadmill for a fast paced walk and began to untie the Gordian knot. During my brisk walk, I stopped focusing on the movement of my feet and began over analyzing this knot which only seemed to become more tangled. While my mind strayed away from the world, I failed to notice that the freed part of the headphones cord was now dangling dangerously near my feet. The cord loomed closer and my feet became tangled. Still unaware I continued walking with the cord under toe, this sent me reeling backwards. I felt much akin to a cartoon character who trips on a banana peel. However, unlike a cartoon character I was on a moving belt.
Falling backwards and losing my balance, I flailed my arms for dear life. Flailing and falling I must have looked like a wounded bird unable to take flight. Gruesome thoughts of being devoured by the belt crossed my mind as I reached with my arms to grab onto something. I some how found my footing, grabbed the side of the treadmill and miraculously hit the emergency stop button only seconds before being flung off. To my surprise the treadmill stopped and my horrific thoughts of being gobbled up my the moving belt ended.
Needless to say I completed untangling my headphones before proceeding to turn on the exercise machine of doom. Moments likes these make me wish I was on a realty TV show in order for others to watch my ungraceful antics.