I haven’t, but a hilarious thing happened at my health club last week. Weather outside was really cold, so I was doing a 10 mile run on a treadmill at a reasonable clip. This is a health club with a lot of muscle heads – the type that like to kick sand in your face at the beach.
Anyway, two treadmills down from me was a nice looking girl jogging. In between us was an empty treadmill. Joe Muscles comes in from his workout and decides to use it. He sees that I have mine set at 8.3 mph, so decides to put his at 8.4. I give it a moment, and set mine to 8.5. He counters with an 8.7. I’m enjoying this, as I know I can take this baby to 10.0 and still be on it when Joe is on his way home.
But, here is the great part. He gets to about 9.0 and falls off the treadmill. Hot chick says “are you alright?” My first thought is “damn, maybe falling would have been the way to get introduced to her.”
Joe Cool decides to say “yeah” and makes the bonehead move of the year: he tries to hop on a treadmill moving at 9.0 from the back. He immediately wipes out again, hard. I fight hard to contain my laughter, as it just might get the crap kicked out of me.
He goes away quickly, cute chick and I share a laugh, and I am still on the treadmill when he is driving home.