The machine stands in it's own corner, ever so often visited by people whose intentions are to burn as many calories as they possibly can. Normal people call it the wave machine, people like my sister and myself call it the 'ass' machine (Mainly because we didn't know better)
The other day, I was using this particular machine at the furthest corner possible because I have observed that people like to observe your speed settings while pretending to work out (not that they don't work out, but you will know when someone's eye is on your machine's display), and figured that I might as well only have one person look at my incredibly pathetic settings instead of two. Corners rule! Anyway, I have come to realise one thing. The machine apparently doesn't like me as much.
So, I was doing my thing on the machine at moderate settings, with my water bottle perched in the water bottle holder the manufacturers put there... at one point in the middle, I wanted to increase the speed, so I set my head down, braced myself and sped away... Unfortunately, this led to me knocking down the water bottle which decides to dive right into the back of the machine while making such a terrible ruckus. I could feel people looking at me. (There was once a poor man who fell off the treadmill because it was at the highest speed, I think... and everyone just looked at him) It then decides to hide in the back of the machine. I crouch to get a better hold of my bottle, but all I did was to push it in even further, and hurt my hand in the process. All this while, I'm laughing like an idiot because such silly things seem to happen to me more often that I'd like them to.
By this time, the lady on the machine next to me gets down as well and offers to help me get my bottle from there. Together, we pry the leg stands away, and my bottle is rescued with a few scratches and without any permanent injury.
Common theme: On Why Life is a Blogpost Waiting to Happen Part II