I threw my back out trying on a Speedo Compression suit.

I've recently added swimming to my exercise regimen and like everything else, I wanted the professional outfit to go with it. Call it shallow, but it helps to get me in the zone.

"If you're serious about swimming laps, you need to try on the Speedo Compression suit" the sales lady offered. She brought me my size but it looked way too small on the hanger.

"I think this is marked wrong" I said. "It looks like it would fit a 10 year old".

"Nope, that's your size. They're designed to fit snug so that you can move through the water quicker" she explained with a smile. "Plus, it really sucks you in".

I have to confess that when I hear the words "sucked in" on any description of clothing, I'm the first to sign up.

Getting the suit over my ass was a definite 200 calorie burn but the killer was getting my arms through the straps. I struggled, I twisted, I compressed one boob in my armpit and one in my neck and then I heard a strange "pop" and collapsed on the floor.

"Are you okay in there, ma'am?" said the sales lady as she peered under the door.

"The suit just ate me" I cried, "but I'll take it".