Me vs. the Machine

I really messed my hand up this morning. You know that bar that fits across the treadmill that people look ridiculous clinging to when walking on a too-steep incline? Yeah, that one. That's the one I smacked my hand into and it hurt like a mother.

Per my fitness regimen, I had the treadmill on a 6.5 incline and was in the zone running at 10.0 mph. I guess the high incline combined with me leaning as if running uphill brought my hand to the perfect height for a fist-meets-treadmill smackdown. Despite my earbuds blasting Madonna, I could still hear the resounding THWOP! the impact created. I saw people look over. I grimaced, cursed, but kept running. During my walking intervals I watched the top of my hand start to puff up and turn red, then a lovely shade of green, blue, and purple. Later, when I went to the locker room and ran my hand under cool water I noticed I was bleeding from some tiny scratches the impact made. Great.

Looks like the machine won that round, but I'll be back tomorrow.