Running just as fast as we can...

So I don't think I can ever go to my gym again.

Two of my bosses, the ones I most often work with, are also members. The Head Honcho goes in the morning before work, so I can pretty much guarantee that he and I will never run into each other, as I much prefer to spend the pre-dawn hours in bed. The Nice One usually goes at lunch time. And I go after work. We had a system, a schedule in place so that my bosses never had to witness me all sweaty and gross with wobbly bits. At least that's the way it was in my head.

So last night I went to the gym and I am running/jogging/loping along on the treadmill and I look over and there is a cute guy running a few rows ahead of me. I can only see the back of him and it is kind of far away. Well, after he finishes his run he steps off and…it was Nice One. I tripped forward on the machine, inches away from smacking my head against the console and falling only to be flung off the end of the treadmill. Well, I pretended that I didn't see him and me and my wobbly bits kept on r/j/l along.

So I officially checked out my boss while looking completely disgusting on a moving platform. Yup, I am never going back.