Mr. Treadmill Man

Got on the treadmill today, hoping my ass wouldn't fall off and slam into the wall like last time. I did REALLY GOOD!!! It's funny how things traumatize you. When I fell, everything felt like slow motion (even my desperate call for help) lol.

Once my mom ran to turn off the power switch, the adrenaline had worn off and I could feel the rubber burns on my knees and elbows. I went from burning fat to burning rubber. I swore to the heavens never to get on that mother fucking killing machine ever again and just stick to running at the park across the street. I guess after a while, I started to see it as a scary object. Kinda how like Mikey from "Look Who's Talking Too" sees Mr. Toilet Man.
After a few run-ins with Mr. Treadmill Man, I finally got the courage to hop on and get over my fear, only this time I wear the emergency clip and NEVER close my eyes lol.