Climbing on Roofs?

Today I decided to look at some job postings just to see what is out there. I was looking at one job and noticed the following:

PHYSICAL REQUIREMENTS
Subject to relocation.
Occasional long, irregular work hours.
Travel, including overnight travel, as required.
Repeated use of PC, telephone, and office machines.
Extended periods of sitting and concentrating.
Regular bending, twisting, crouching, pulling, pushing, and reaching in an office or field environment.
Regular physical activities, including lifting, carrying, and using a 35-pound ladder, as well as climbing on roofs.

I don't know about you, but I don't necessarily consider regular physical activities to include climbing on roofs.

Scraping My Pride Off the Gym Floor

Like many people, with the new year come new resolutions and I am definitely a goal setter. I actually have a hard time wanting to set resolutions, not because I don't think I will accomplish them, but because to me, it makes more sense to make resolutions in the spring or fall. Why?? Because in the spring once winter has begun to thaw, I feel the sense of newness, with all its new beginnings and excitement for the wonderful spring and summer weather with all the adventures that ensue. With fall, I again feel the sense of newness and new beginnings as the air becomes crisp and many go back to school.


What does all this have to do with 'scraping my pride off the gym floor'? Well, each new year, I set goals for different half-marathons and other races I want to run that year. Along with those goals come my renewal of a goal to run at least 1000 miles during the year. I break it down so I know how many miles I need to run each day, week and month to make the goal. Well, tonight I was at my local gym running my heart out and
(hopefully) running those holiday pounds off. I recently downloaded a new app for my iphone that I was excited to use during my run and rather than stop the treadmill and open the app, I just started it up while running.


All the sudden my reflexes kicked in and I was grasping for the handles to help me regain my footing and balance. I caught them, but since the treadmill was still going, it did nothing but prolong the fall. Eventually (and after several attempts to save myself) I ended up on the ground nearly hitting my head on the treadmill. A neighboring runner stopped and asked if I needed any help and I replied that I could get myself and my pride off the gym floor okay.


In an effort to regain some of that lost pride, I got back up on that treadmill and ran the rest of my workout. Because I got up so fast and went right back at it, the pain from the scrapes and bruises were minimal. Now, a couple days after the workout, definitely feel the scrapes and bruises and will for days to come. But at least I scraped my pride off that gym floor.