Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: so, this really happened today.  i am an overweight, 40-something woman.  finally hit rock bottom and promised myself i'd stick to the changes. one of which was to go to the gym (new membership) at least 3 days a week. that's my first goal right now...i'll be making new ones once i keep this initial promise. so i just joined about 3 weeks ago. very nice gym, a lifetime fitness.  varied clientele, but mostly younger, college-ago men. 

so today i kept my promise and suited up and headed to the treadmill. this was after work, so you can imagine how crowded it was.  i picked a machine in the middle of the cardio area, put in my earbuds, started my "workout" playlist (some seger, some bowie, some prince, and a little cheap trick thrown in for good measure), and got to walking. 

so i'm jamming to something really good, mouthing the words, maybe sneaking in a toned-down air drum here and there. and i think, but i'm not sure cuz it's all fuzzy, but i think i may have tried to sneak in a dance move or something. when suddenly, i lost my footing, tripped and thought i caught myself on my machine's rail. but alas, it's a monday, and had been a shitty one at that, so why would the universe pass up a chance to make my day complete?? i then managed to tumble to the ground, caught up half in my still-running treadmill (of death), and my neighbors's.  

now, i must digress here a moment and give a shout out to my fellow middle-age gals and ask if they can guess what happened at the same time... same as what happens when we laugh, or sneeze, or cough. yea, again, the universe delivered the whole package tonight.  back to our regular programming....

so, my kind neighbor tore out her earbuds and checked to make sure i was ok. i got up, dusted myself off, got back on the treadmill and told her only my dignity was bruised and laughed it off. i didn't dare look behind me - i figured i gave the frat boys a good story to tell tonight, i didn't want to deny them their giggles. 

so, yeah, i think i'll go back to audiobooks for the workout. i'm obviously too old and lacking in rhythm to attempt "treadmill dancing".   my only regret was not having the quickness of mind to jump up, arms raised over my head, turn around and yell "ta-da!" like i was in the treadmill gymnastics dance off olympics!!

as a side note, i'd like to brag on the fact that i honestly wasn't that embarrassed and will gladly return to said gym. that's one nice thing about being in your 40's - you just don't give a shit anymore. they can laugh if they want, but i think they'd all be more impressed by the fact that i got back up, and back into my workout and i'll be back tomorrow (that is, if i can move...got some nice bruises blooming).  

 

(edit- added tl;dr)

TIFU by getting a little too "into" what I was listening to through my earbuds.