I was running on the treadmill this morning watching a seriously lame Lifetime movie (now I know why I don’t turn the TV on during the day) when I was distracted by a grunter.
Seriously, people, it was as though Monica Seles had taken up residence.
I tried not to stare at this woman but she was so loud that I could hear her through my headphones. I was suddenly struck with the giggles because her grunting was not unlike the sound I make when eating a plate of fettucini alfredo, and in the midst of my giggles, I attempted to take a drink to water.
Water spurted out my nose.
Since I was choking, gasping, laughing and running, I set the water bottle down in the holder thingy, but the holder didn’t have a solid base – just a bar across the bottom – and my water bottle was small (because I have the attention span of a gnat at the gym and don’t stay that long, so it doesn’t have to be big). The water bottle fell through the opening, hit the treadmill belt, and travelled to the end where it went careening across the room.
At least it stopped the grunting.
Have a nice day.