And so here's proof that the goofy, retarded dancing girl you all know and love is fully back in swing.
Tonight was cardio night at the gym.
Crystal and I are trekking away at 3.5 miles an hour (wow, watch out Tortoise!) on the treadmill and I get bored, per usual with ANYTHING, and am trying to distract myself from the fact that I'm walking . . . on a conveyer belt . . in a gym.
So perky music is playing.
"This Love" - Maroon 5
Love this band.
So I take my hands off the handles and just start swinging my arms a bit.
And then I start slightly wiggling while walking.
And then I start almost all out dancing.
Hey, if you can't have fun, what fun are ya?
Yeah, I'm getting some looks from the "hard core gymmers" - you know, the ones who have muscles bulging out of their eyes??? But who cares?! I'm having a good time.
Yep, fun fun fun.
Right until Captain Coordination, also known as ME, can't maintain dancing, walking and talking while also watching the football stats running on ESPN.
Yep, I fell off. Fell smooth off the damn treadmill.
Not a graceful fall either. Not that cute, oops, I tripped fall.
Nope, an all out here I am falling, ooh oh oh, trying to catch myself, oh wait, that just makes you fall harder - BAM.
Does this teach me my lesson?
18 minutes later I do the SAME thing while dancing to "Good, Inc." by The Gorillaz.
I'm a genius.
Gotta love me.