I fell off the treadmill today.
Or at least I stumbled and found myself being propped up by my neighbouring runner.
It was reasonably embarrassing.
I picked the machine directly in front of a bank of tv’s and was happily listening to my audio book, glancing from one flickering screen to another when one of them started screening virtual horse racing.
It turned out to be an animated version of the Dubai International, showing Frankie Dettori way back in the field, the fact that his image kept flashing and he was leaving a trail of light made me think something important was going to happen.
I was urging that horse on, “come on no 2!” and moving closer and closer to the screen until my shoe started squealing and I squawked and tripped. My neighbour pushed me upright and kept me in motion.
Turns out that horse racing seems to be the perfect accompaniment to treadmill running. I wacked the pace up and didn’t notice the pain until Alexandros had crossed the line, winning in an amazing show of determination.
Maybe I should get a treadmill installed in the local bookies.
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