The Treadmill Incident

It was a routine day at the gym. Angry Kid was in the kid’s club, and I was getting my workout on. This is the story of how an innocent jog on the treadmill, gave me a big fat bruise.
The "Treadmill Incident" BruiseOnce upon a time, Angry Julie wanted to get fit. She got dressed, and took Angry Kid along to the gym with her.

Angry Julie checked Angry Kid into the kid’s club.

Angry Julie worked out on the elliptical for approximately 20 minutes.

Angry Julie did some weight training for approximately 15 minutes.

and then, Julie hopped on the treadmill.

Treadmills at GymI had already warmed up, found the perfect music, and the moment was right. I moved the speed up on the treadmill to 6.5.  It was a little fast but I was in my grove.

And then the “stomper” hopped on the treadmill to the left of me. I’ve seen this guy before. He was in his early 20’s, sweaty, and was heavy on his feet.  He started his stride. I then saw his finger move towards to the speed on his treadmill.  It kept moving up.  He stopped it at 8.0. The stomping of his feet got louder.  I had my earbuds on, with Metallica blasting.  I could still hear the stomping.  I could not take it anymore. I had to get off the treadmill, and move to another area.

I thought that I had hit that “big red button” on the dashboard area of the treadmill. As soon as the button was hit, I straddled the sides of the treadmill, waiting for the belt to slow down.  It happened so fast.  I thought that the belt was slowing down.  I put my right foot down. And then realized, the belt was still moving at the speed of 6.5.  I grabbed the handrail.  And somehow got my arm caught.  My left elbow got wrapped around the hand grip area of the dashboard.  I was able to pull myself up with my right arm.  And then I hit the “STOP” button for real this time.

The "Treadmill"There was a woman running on the treadmill to the right of me. I’m sure she witnessed my entire catastrophe.  She barely blinked when I finally managed to drag myself from the treadmill. It was around noon on a Tuesday. Not one person stopped to help me. Not one person even paid attention. The gym was busy. I was on the second floor of the gym. I felt like the world was spinning. I had those cartoon stars and little birds flying around my head. I was somewhat numb and quite dizzy at the same time. But I managed to drag myself downstairs.

I went into the woman’s locker room to get my purse, and I walked to the main desk of the gym. By then, my arm was throbbing, and I was starting to freak out a little.  I got an ice pack from the front desk. I then went to grab Angry Kid. Angry Kid told me that he had an ice pack on, approximately ten minutes earlier. A smaller kid hit in the face. Good times.

Of course, Angry Kid was dying of hunger, and needed food like ASAP. Somehow I managed to drag myself into a restaurant near the gym. I was holding up my arm like it was in a sling. I did not want to move it.  We sat down at a table and I ordered an ice water.  I managed to wrap my arm around the cold glass of water. It temporarily smoothed my throbbing arm. Yes, it began to throb.  I then called my BFF Stacey, and told her that I might have broken my arm. Stacey told me that she would watch Angry Kid so that I could go to the Urgent Care. I told her that I would be fine, or something like that.

Instead of driving to the Urgent Care immediately, I drove home. Yes, I’m a bit stubborn.  We changed our health insurance policy to a deductible style plan this year. We have not completely fulfilled our balance, so I knew that this trip to the Urgent Care would be over $500, especially if they took x-rays.  I laid on the couch and nursed my arm with some ice. Angry Husband had me move my arm back and forth.  He said that I probably bruised some muscles. True Story: I never went to the doctor. Kid, do not try this at home. Don’t be an idiot. Go to the Dr.

I was assisting the I Heart Faces Photography Workshop the next day, and the day after that, I was going to The BlogHer Conference.

My arm started to swell and bruise a little the first night. I marked the day of the incident, Day 1 in the photo above.  I made it through the workshop, but my arm hurt and was a bit sensitive. Day 3, was Thursday of BlogHer. The bruising was getting dark. And Day 5, was on Saturday of BlogHer. By then, the bruising was getting black.  The bruise is all gone now. It took 2 weeks to go away. My arm is a little sensitive to the touch.

I think I told this story about 50 times at BlogHer. I wore sleeveless shirts a few times, and the bruise on my arm was quite noticeable.

But the moral of this story really is, MAKE SURE THAT YOU ACTUALLY HIT THE RED STOP BUTTON ON THE TREADMILL.

19 comments
jennyonthespot
jennyonthespot

Oh Julie. I tried not to laugh reading this. But I did.

Jennifer@ The Mommy Mambo
Jennifer@ The Mommy Mambo

I knew I didn't like treadmills! Thanks for the proof. :) And what jerks around you that didn't at least reach over and slap the panic button for you!? That bruise looks bad and worthy of a story involving a grizzly bear in a head lock.....and "you should see the other guy"...LOL

Lee-Ann
Lee-Ann

Holy crap! That looks super painful and I really can't believe that no one stopped to help you! WTH is wrong with people?! Be careful out there, sometimes those treadmills are EVIL! :P

Junebug
Junebug

Holy Heck! Ow!! Maybe no one helped because they didn't want to embarrass you? I almost went down yesterday. I was standing on the stopped belt as I cleaned off the machine at the end of the workout and accidentally started it. Luckily I managed to jump on the sides before I fell I couldn't imagine the damage if I hadn't but now I can because I see what happened to you. Did the stomper even give you a glance? I totally blame them on your behalf. :-)

Julie
Julie

OK, I think it was the description of the stomper that made me laugh...I had to figure out why I was laughing before I responded or I would just be a sick b*tch. After that, I just got horrified. No one helped you!? WTF is wrong with people? At the very, very least you'd think gym staff would be racing to crawl up your butt and make sure you don't sue. If it makes you feel better, I am a Class A klutz. Seriously, I can fall down on perfectly level, dry land. Only treadmills with the magic stop key for me (it attaches to you & goes in the mill, if you move backwards it emergency stops). This incident would have killed me.

Elise
Elise

That's totally something I would do. I get so annoyed by certain people at the gym. I slipped on the treadmill yesterday, but luckily didn't fall. Of course it happened when I was walking, not when I was running. I'm so clumsy. I hope your arm is feeling better.

liz
liz

The infamous story! Thanks for sharing it! I know that I harassed you more than a couple times about going to the doctor. That whole scenario was awful! And I'm so sorry nobody even asked if you were OK!

Emily
Emily

This is so much worse than my story, though I do still have a scar. What really gets me is the lack of consideration other gym goers showed you. What is up with that? People are pieces of work sometimes, aren't they? My word of warning? When jumping to straddle the treadmill while waiting for it to slow down, make sure you actually hit the stationary side and not the belt. Hence the scar.

Skinny Jeans Mom
Skinny Jeans Mom

Wow.....I've always had a weird phobia that if I run on the treadmill it'll somehow short a circuit or something and suddenly stop, catapulting me off of it. Now....I KNOW it can/will probably happen to me. hope you recover well, and for the record, I would have helped you. After witnessing that, how could I not?

Casey
Casey

LOL @ "the stomper" dude. Can't we just blame the accident on that guy for throwing off your concentration? I am really shocked that not one person stopped what they were doing to check on you! The day 5 of the bruise is crazy stuff! Glad you recovered. I don't think I'll ever not think about your incident every time I step foot on a treadmill now.

AZLB
AZLB

laughing is wrong I know...and I am not laughing cause it could of been worse and it looks like a serious bruiser, but man don't mess with those treadmills.

Julie {Angry Julie}
Julie {Angry Julie}

You totally envisioned the stomper, didn't you...I forgot to add that he was wearing a dirty t-shirt. He was a hot mess. Yes, typical OC though. Everyone selfish, only caring about themselves. I do crap all the time like this. My husband just laughed at me because I'm a completel klutz.

Julie {Angry Julie}
Julie {Angry Julie}

I'm clumsy too. I'm so glad that you didn't hurt yourself yesterday. Yikes! My arm is feeling much better now. Thanks!

Julie {Angry Julie}
Julie {Angry Julie}

Oh yes, the infamous story.... I should have gone to the Dr. I'm an idiot. But seriously, I've had no time.

Julie {Angry Julie}
Julie {Angry Julie}

Yes, I cannot believe that nobody stopped to help me. I mean really, I made a big thump! Yikes, I can't believe that you have a scar!!! Argh!

Julie {Angry Julie}
Julie {Angry Julie}

I like to give you visuals Casey. First, Bruiser in the Bjorn, and now the treadmill. Did you like my diagrammed treadmill picture with all of the arrows? I was quite creative.

Julie {Angry Julie}
Julie {Angry Julie}

Laughing is bad, but yes I laughed at myself too...treadmills are evil...but sometimes necessary.

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