Today as I was racing hysterically round my house to find my gym shoes before the actual gym itself closed, I came across my old pair of converse I normally save for slouching round the house.
In a state of blind panic I quickly decided that these were the best option and would have to suffice.
Half an hour later as I was jogging along going nowhere on the treadmill on a never before experimented incline of 5.0, I couldn't help but notice people looking at me with disturbingly murderous glances, feeling self conscious I turned up my ipod and stared determinedly ahead using the placebo that if I couldn't see them then they couldn't see me.
5 minutes later when the glances had not yet dissipated I thought to myself that perhaps I was making to much noise running, and thus decided to run on the balls of my feet instead, painful for me but would hopefully have a calming effect on the mob of angry gym goers that were sure to be gathering at the foot of my treadmill any second, I gathered that they were most likely just sharpening their pitchforks first.
It wasn't until my playlist had sung its last song on my ipod that I heard the noise I was making in its fullest extent.
Unused to the incline on my treadmill and the additional weight of my converse, I had been dragging my feet along the base of the treadmill.
But not just any ordinary dragging: long, extended, wailing, earsplitting drags, woeful to behold which combined with my attempt at running on the balls of my feet (which resulted in a noise not unlike a angry RHINO running on a treadmill) I sounded more like a furiously stampeding herd of elephants than a small, slightly built girl of 18 years.
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