Grace Strikes Again

I'm sharing this story because I figure once we're all laughing about it I'll stop thinking about the pain I'm feeling and my pants sticking to my bloody knees.

So we all know I'm in this show, and I've been thinking I should up my cardio, since it's been a few years since I've been on stage in tights and a leotard. I have Intermediate Pilates Reformer every Monday night at 7:15, but for the past few weeks I've been going a half an hour early to run on the treadmill before class. Pete goes as well, runs on the treadmill, and does whatever else for an hour and a half. The YMCA is packed at 6:30 so usually Pete and I can't get side by side treadmills. Last week they were all full and I had to run on the dinky track around the basketball court. If only that had been the case this week.
Long story short, I fell off the treadmill. I don't even know how it happened!! One minute I was thinking, 'Gosh, my ankles feel tight!' and the next I'm on my knees on an actively moving treadmill trying to figure out how to get out of my current situation. Without much thought my body let itself be thrown on its side and tossed off the machine, toward the back wall.
I managed to stand up and a stranger asked me if I was okay before the shock set in and tears started streaming down my face. It was one of those situations where you laugh and cry and act scared all at the same time. Then I had to go find Pete and tell him what happened, all the while thinking my knees really hurt, so I pulled up my tights, and, sure enough, I managed to scrape the Hell out of them. Did I mention slamming on to my right hip before being catapulted off?
So, there's my story. Stay safe out there on the gym equipment. :)
I need to go find some ibuprofen.