Remember earlier today, where I shared my most embarrassing gym moment to date… thinking I was locked in the racquetball court at the gym? What? You didn’t read that horrible, terrible, no good, very embarrassing story yet!? Check out my hilarious yet #epicfail gym moment here.
Because I am a visual person (and didn’t want to record a video of me telling the story or reenact the whole story), I decided to go back to the gym and take pictures. To tell the story through pictures. Of course, you need to read the whole story first to appreciate the pictures. Although the photos are pretty darn funny too.
I must say, I was the first to laugh at my silly mistake. I am still laughing over it. And if you are like my husband, you might claim to NOT know me or want to workout with me at our gym every again… after seeing what I am about to share. Of course, he kids and jokes… sometimes laughter is the best medicine. Laughing at myself is something that I am good at.
I am going to blame excessive blood to the brain after my handstand. I am also going to blame the pain medicine making me loopy and not so smart with my decisions.
The above photo is my 7 year old son sitting and pretending to text on his pretend phone. This is the exact spot where the man was sitting and texting furiously yesterday. He was in plain sight to watch me to my handstands and the whole ordeal of me trying to figure out how to get out of the room. I am sure he is still laughing over this crazy woman at the gym!
Above is the hinge and door latch (to get out). Yes, when looking at BOTH of the photos… it is easy to see which one is the hinge and which is the latch to get out. However, because I am blaming the excessive blood flow (and pain meds) … my brain intuitively went to the left. Because that is where door handles are on typical doors. It made sense to me. It even kind of looked like the latch that I knew was supposed to let me out.
If you look closely at the picture above too… you can see the space between the wall of glass and the door of glass… ample room for anyone to hear my please and yells for help. (Even my son cold hear me when I was just talking to him when taking my photos for this post… not yelling like I was yesterday).
The above photo is divided in thirds… in order of what the guy sitting near my court (texting away) and the group of women who walked by saw.
- 1. I was fiddling with the hinge (that I thought was the latch).
2. Me yelling through the space between the glass, because no one could hear me so I had to yell loud.
3. Me tapping on the glass to get the attention of anyone walking by (even the man sitting on the steps).
Yes… I am laughing to myself STILL as I type. When I went to the gym this morning to take these photos I was laughing to myself. I must admit, even as I walked into the same court to take these photos… knowing my son was going to help me if I have a momentary laps of judgment on my exit plan… I was still nervous. LOL
Laughter is the best medicine. I am learning to find the positive side of any situation. If you can’t learn to laugh at yourself, call me up! I will laugh at/with you! Yesterday and today totally proved that I am super silly. I was totally smiling to myself like an idiot as I rehashed yesterday’s embarrassing epic fail gym moment.