June 12, 2009
Making an impact: Buttocks v Minivan
Last week brought plenty of laughter for me.
Allow me to set the scene: Friday morning started like usual with our group workout. Afterward, Jon and I hit the heat suite and bantered about day to day life. So far, just another great day at The Landing. But in the second class of the morning, it got interesting.
Terry Bradbury Mills (Aka Sargent Mills) greeted us by the top of the stairs.
Jon and I had a flashback to last week's Boot Camp at Fort Landing. Terry said we were going to go outside today! I thought to myself "Great. Torture. And the people of downtown are going to witness it." We grabbed our kettlebells and headed out the door.
We jogged street to street until we got to the courtyard of TD Banknorth. Terry then pushed us to run stairs, skip, hop benches, do step-ups on a three-foot wall and of course some pushups. If you're thinking this is the funny part, it isn't.
We then ran a few streets over to the parking lot by MEMIC. Terry told us we where going to do "gut busters."
For people that don't know, gut busters are when you run forward to a line and then run backwards to line where you started from, then out to the next line and back to where you started and so on. Like a shot we run line to line until we get to the sixth one. Pushing myself hard, I was staying with Jon (aka The Running Man) stride for stride.
We hit the line and started running backwards at a very fast pace. Thinking I had at least another parking spot to go I pushed harder just to find myself striding into a parked minivan.
The sight of my now rock-hard buttocks denting in the front fender of a minivan must have been one that anyone would like to see on video.
Jon quickly asked me if I was okay. I replied to him, surprisingly, that I was.
Our next response: hysterical laughing.
Being an insurance agent for Liberty Mututal, I had to do the responsible thing.
So I left a note for the owner to give me a call on my cell phone so I could take care of the damage. The owner called me that afternoon after seeing my card on his windshield (which he didn't notice until after he had driven all the way to his home in South Portland for lunch).
I said the situation was going to sound crazy, but that it was the truth. He had a good laugh at my expense and told me he would remember the story for the rest of his life. He repeated over and over how honorable it was that I didn't just walk away from the situation. I think it should be what anyone would do. Liberty Mutual took care of the damage and everything is back to normal after the battle of buttocks vs. minivan.