Typical day.
I go into the office (Yes, it's Sunday) to get some work done.
I lock the doors while I'm in there. Listening to my MP3 player with headphones. One of my coworkers brings his kid in who comes up behind me to look at the aquarium on my desk and scares the living shit out of me.

Off to the gym after already getting my heart rate up there... I'm on the elliptical watching the Falcons embarrass themselves against Detroit. I admit, I get into the game. I cheer and make gestures when things are good and I tend to make sort of growly noises when there's a bad play, etc.

Fourth quarter when Detroit scores another TD. I went to put my hands over my eyes and I lost my balance. I fell backwards and hit my head on some contraption behind me called a "TreadMaster". Rumor has it I was unconscious for a few moments. But I got up (with the help of this really cute guy!). The gym staff wanted to call an ambulance. I was fine. I wasn't dizzy. My head was a little sore from the impact, but I bet it was nothing compared to what abuse a linebacker gets on gameday.

After a lot of convincing, the staff agreed not to call the ambulance.They tried to force-feed me some chocolate (I hate chocolate!). That convinced them that I was totally nuts.  I had to sit in "time out" to make sure I didn't start bleeding out my ears or anything for an hour. And they wouldn't even let me do it in an area with a tv so I could watch the final mins of the 4th quarter.

Yes, I have a massive headache. No, I'm not seeing double. And darn if that cute guy didn't disappear. I'm going to have to go back tomorrow and do it all over again.

(And yes, those of you that know how klutzy I am, bring on the smart-ass comments.)