Today was a pretty boring day overall, but I want to share a funny, little story that happened at the end of my day.  

So basically Jenna, Maria, Rachel and I had our nightly workout. I did it in my basement because I have a lot of workout supplies down there. My basement kind of freaks me out though, because I always see mice poop. But that doesn’t stop me from having a nice workout.

The workout started pretty normal. I ran a mile on my treadmill that my parents had from probably the time dinosaurs were roaming the earth. The thing is so loud, it makes my ears ring every time I run it.  

Jenna and I had a lot of memories of putting things on the treadmill, and watching them fly off. I know we sound like weirdos, but trust me it kept us us entertained over the summer. Jenna remembered the time over the summer where she put a heavy weight ball on the treadmill going full speed and making a dent in my wall, from it flying it off. Instead of me putting a weight on it again, she told me to put on the big bouncy ball, the ones you would find in those big cages at Target. I did what she told me to do and I thought it would be funny.

I put the treadmill on full speed and it got super fast, the loudest I ever heard it. I put the ball on it, and it wasn’t that exciting. I want to turn the treadmill off now because I thought it was gonna blow up, that’s how loud it was. Then bam. I heard a huge bang on the basement floor. All of a sudden I saw my treadmill fly into the air. And out came a popped ball. OMG. My friends started to cry laughing on face time. My parents came down to see what the ruckus was about. I told them what happened and they laughed also.

The experience was very traumatizing. I don’t think I ever want to step foot on a treadmill again. Lesson learned, no more putting balls on treadmills.