sk8er girl

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It’s no fun to jog to a slow song at the gym. But you know what’s less fun? Slamming into the moving treadmill after you try to twist around and mess with your iPod. My knees haven’t looked this Kerrigantastic since my one and only foray into skateboarding at age nine.

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Anonymous said…
I'm sure that must have really hurt, but it was totally worth it to me because I now have the word "Kerrigantastic" as part of my vocabulary.

Brava!
April 15, 2008 at 4:44 PM
Cheryl said…
It's catchier than "Hardingalicious," don't you think?
April 15, 2008 at 5:11 PM
Claire said…
Ouch. Hope it's not too bad. Knee injuries suck.

So true what Jenny said. "Hardingalicious" is a bit of a mouthful. I think it's the 'g'.
April 15, 2008 at 8:31 PM
Don Cummings said…
Oh Man. So sorry. I am terrified of treadmills...my biggest fear is getting caught up and somehow falling face first into the panel, which then pushes my two front teeth deep into my skull.
Get better!
April 15, 2008 at 9:23 PM
Laura and the family said…
Ouch! I remember I used to freak myself up whenever I went up or down from the escalator-- just because I didn't like to see the neon light. I used to evoke myself that my feet would be caught up, and then my body would be stuck from inside and outside of the escalator.

Take care of your knees!
April 15, 2008 at 10:39 PM
Cheryl said…
Thanks, y'all, for giving me a bunch of new mechanically induced injuries to worry about. ;-)
April 16, 2008 at 12:00 PM
Unknown said…
you POOR THING! clearly, this is a lesson about going to the gym. or at least that gym; the equipment is not on your side.
April 21, 2008 at 9:14 AM
Cheryl said…
The free weights don't like me much either. They keep being all heavy and stuff.
April 22, 2008 at 6:58 PM
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