A few days ago, I almost flew off the treadmill running at full-sprint speed – that is, I was going at more than 10 miles per hour! Everyone in the gym threw a look my way, some gasping, as my running shoe made a loud, squeaking sound as it hit the part of the belt that DOESN’T move and I lurched forward like a game animal that had been hit with a tranquilizing dart. I pretended that there was something wrong with the machine, turned bright red from embarrassment, and told people that I was okay and that they should return to their workouts. But the real reason I almost flew off the device is that I was air conducting the finale of Brahms’s First Symphony and with a particularly bold downbeat I had lost my balance. I just missed a total wipeout, which would have been a very ugly (and bloody) scene indeed!


Tue, May 19, 2009
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