I was trotting along - (5.7 - easy. as. pie) - supposed to be a wonderful 2.5 mile run. Nothing exciting. Zero.
And then, it happened. "It" came on. Oh, how I have forgotten how much I love this song. It started out innocent enough. A few jazz hands moves here and there. Then, I couldn't help myself - the music took over. You should have seen my dance moves. I had practiced these moves in my living room as a child - the gloriousness of them all came back to me - I was sweating pure joy.
SO - imagine my surprise, when, after just one faulty step (it is amazingly hard to keep said dance moves on the tiny, moving, landing strip) I was shot off the back of the treadmill. Luckily, my trained jazz hands grabbed the emergency cord - and it stopped fairly quickly. I am also fairly lucky that all that got injured, was my elbow. Nothing was broken, bleeding, oozing, or throbbing. I escaped relatively unscathed. My pride, however, not so much.
What was this tune that clutched me so tightly in its grasp?? Ladies and Gents, may I present to you:
May your day be filled with the beauty of a better way of life..... sing it!!
Andrea
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