Tastes like Chicken

I've been eating a lot of chicken lately. Trying to cut down on some carbs, not all carbs, just some. So today I go to the gym to run on the treadmill and come to find out the chicken was following me. I was standing at the end of the treadmill stretching, so picture me bent over double with my face really close to the back of the machine where there's always a lot of sand and dirt from people's shoes and stuff. I'm stretching, stretching and I notice that there's a piece of fried chicken on this little dirt-trapping part of the machine. Not like a BIG piece of fried chicken, just a little bit of the fried, breaded, heart-stopping stuff. (And by the way, the chicken I eat is NOT fried. gross.) So I don't think much of it, except, hmmm, fried chicken? I get on the treadmilll and get going. At some point I realize that I'm running and smiling a big goofy grin because all I can picture is somebody on the treadmill before me holding a chicken leg or a whole bucket of chicken maybe, walking and chewing, dropping little bits of chicken at their feet, which will just end up on the dirt-trapping part at the back, right?? So apparently I got a little excited because next thing I know they whole treadmill and my running legs come to a stop. First I got mad and thought the whole thing had shut down. Maybe it sensed me making fun of the person before me? Nope, I'd just gotten too close to the control panel and hit the stupid emergency stop thing, that is held in by a little magnet, with my hand, halting me to a complete stop. Not only do I look dumb in the gym because I'm grinning for no reason, but also because I was on a fast interval and came to a complete stop. I know it had to look funny. Gym reputations are hard to come by. I guess I'm the goofy treadmill girl.