Thursday, 14 August 2008
Did you know there is a certain speed at which an ipod exits a treadmill which causes it to, through a strange mix of physics and ethics, reach a critical velocity and angle of trajectory that opens up a small tear in the time space fabric and swallows the ipod completely. This renders it untraceable, regardless of the number of times you get on your hands and knees, raise the incline on the treadmill and peer underneath.
Of course, some bastard may just have stolen it as they passed behind me in the last 4 minutes of my workout. If only I had stopped the machine and picked it up immediately.
The BA was optimistic. "Don't worry mum, no-one will have stolen it. It's a ladies gym." I reluctantly informed her that most thieves look like everyone else and are not confined to the male persuasion. I half heartedly checked my phone this morning to see if they had tried phoning me after finding that the torn time space continuum had miraculously reopened, dropping my beloved ipod into some hidden corner of the treadmill. But no.
What will I do at the gym now? I can't imagine running without my ipod *stifled sob*