I'm not even exaggerating.
In the middle of what was supposed to be a 45 minute walk on the treadmill, it hit me like an attack. A sleep attack. If I don't get off this machine right now, I am going to keel over sleeping and kill myself.
I get off the machine. Only 14 minutes walking and two minutes running, damn.
I get down on the floor. Ok, this isn't so bad...I can do some yoga stretches while I'm down here...zzzzzzz.
Thirty minutes later I wake up to find my face stuck to the carpet with the treadmill next to my nose. This is not going to look good on my bodybugg daily workout chart.
I briefly ponder getting back on the machine and realize it's hopeless. Must sleep. Right now.
If it weren't kind of funny, I might just cry.