I'm trucking along on my treadmill today, my Ipod blaring in my ears. I see the girl next to me frequently, she's one of the few others of my make and model that actually exercises at the gym. I glance in her direction at one point, and she's off of her treadmill, looking concerned, and I see that she is saying "help". I can't actually HEAR her, you see. I look at her, look at her treadmill, "What's wrong?" I wonder. She certainly looks fine to me. I get off of my treadmill, turn off my music, and follow her eyes to the floor in front of my machine. There's an old guy LAID OUT on the floor with one leg still hooked in the weight machine he was sitting on. HOLY WHAT THE ???!! It was right in front of me, but I couldn't see him when I was running because the panel completely blocked my view.
By that time, several people are gathered around him, asking questions. He seems lucid, says he "just got dizzy" but "he's fine". They put a towel under his head, they have to call the paramedics even though he doesn't want them to. I see he's covered in sweat and there's no bottled water in sight- not good- so I give the Y worker an unopened one of mine to give him- woopiddydoo right? It's a good thing there were a lot of other people around, because this hero probably would've stared dumbstruck and drooling for a few good minutes before making a move. If Hippie had been there, she probably would've been straddling him in a matter of seconds, taking pulse and respirations and shining the pen light she keeps with her (just in case) in his eyes. I'm much better with animals.
It didn't feel like the right thing to do to start running again right in front of the commotion, so I moved down several spaces. Then the lights went out (standard southern storm weather), and I almost knocked my teeth out. I figured maybe someone was trying to tell me to leave at that point, so I did.
I really prefer to run outside, but the weather has been ATROCIOUS. Also, I can't exactly tie Reese to the zipline and head out. This weather is the perfect temperature for it too, but the evening runs can be a little tricky this time of year, due to the return of the insect population. I get blinded by and/or ingest a gnat with every step I take. My favorite is the swarms, it's like a regular bug buffet.
Come to think of it, I've been wondering what's up with all the pepper in my daily deposit. I never use it...
Monday, April 6, 2009
DRAMA AT THE Y
Posted by Jen at 7:20 PM
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2 comments:
i love those steamy summer runs when you come home dotted with gnats! I usually use my shirt to wipe the first few swarms off my face so I have a lovely collection of them stuck in the sweat of pretty much every body part. Also, they provide vital protein for those long runs! I'm not the type to hang around for the drama, either, I'd probably have wanted to continue my run, too, dead guy or not. I mean, you can only do so much and then it's time to get on with your life.
I thought I already made some witty comment on here but alas it must have been a dream.
I wouldn't have my pen light but I'm sure I would have pulled some MacGyver-like moves out of my butt to save the day.... or I would have snuck away like you did - it depends on how far into my run I was - you kow how it is.
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