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Bllleeeeuuuurghhh.

Very weepy last night - watched MIA *points at icon* and seriously started welling up, which isn't like me (Casanova excepted).

Followed by *drumroll please* several hours of insomnia, followed by nightmares! Really, Really horrible nightmare, that played off a lot of my fears/regrets.

It was shit. And now I can't stop thinking about how horrible it was.

and another thing.

My skanky shoulder REALLY hurts. I'm going to have to see a doctor about it or something.

Moan, moan, moan...

OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!

So I wanted to go to the gym because what with the festive season and the b/day I've been a right fat bastard. I usually go once in the early week for a workout and once on Thursday for Step Class anyway. Also a good session on the rower often helps my shoulder.

However - it was, of course, really full, as it so often is at the start of the year/1st week of term, with the terminally half hearted. Even though it was gone seven by the time I got in it was still full of people in new gym kits prodding lacklustrely at the machines. Jumped on the bike for my usual warm-up spin, and just as I was about to get on the rower/air runner for my proper workout, in came two middle aged women who got on both machines and proceded to use them at a snail's pace, chatting as they did. Seriously. They even kept stopping. Now, if you have trouble breathing, you're overdoing it, but if you've got enough puff to hold a conversation when you're doing aerobic excercises, you may as well be down the pub. And they did this, on the machines I wanted, for FIFTEEN CUNTING MINUTES. I span. I went to do a long set of weights. I went back to spin again. Still they dawdled, still they nattered. And I REALLY wanted a run. So I thought, fuck it, I'll brave the treadmill. I hate the treadmill. I always get disorientated on it, and I haven't used it in years. I always use the air runner instead, because you set your own pace. But, I got on it, setting the pace too high too fast, and then realised that I still had my iPod tucked into my waistband, and it was starting to slip down my leg. So, automatically, I stopped running.

I fell off the cocking treadmill.

Only when you 'fall off' a treadmill, you don't just fall. You crumble to your knees and then fly off it, backwards.

I did this, may I remind you, in front of a full gym.

And then the Natterers were really nice to me about falling off, even though I wanted to blame them for the whole thing.

I know have a scuffed pair of knees and a severely bruised ego.

Taint my day.