40 Minutes on the Elliptical
Swishy Swishy Strides
After Tuesday’s ankle fiasco, I opted to take it easy and hit the elliptical on Wednesday.
Have I ever mentioned what bad luck I have choosing machines at the gym? I step onto one and it’s making a ca-thunk, ca-thunk sound. Annoyed, I choose another machine.
Squeeeeaakk, Squeeeeakk with every step.
By this point I’m chuckling because everyone probably thinks I’m crazy (half true) and I find a 3rd machine. Like Goldilocks, the third one was just right.
I hate the elliptical. So I kept trying to channel my inner Happy Gilmore and go to my happy place.
Which got me thinking…what is my happy place? I mean, I can often think of my little buttheads…
Honestly, the happiest place I found today came from this little note Vanilla colored and snuck up on the bulletin board in my room this morning. He never told me about it, I just happened to find it when I printed something off for work and I know for certain it wasn’t there last night. (Why yes I don’t know what day of the week it is, but I do know what is on my bulletin board. This is normal, yes?)
No matter how your slice or dice it, someone must have spiked my pre-race banana with happy pills on Sunday. After last year’s bad picture debacle at Long Beach, there was nothing but smiles for miles on Sunday.
In typical runnerd fashion, I actually noticed my near heel strike in the first photo before I realized I was actually smiling as I crossed the finish line. And yes, photo #3 was at mile 8ish or so, and I was smiling then too. But that’s probably because I was doing my best flamingo impression mid-race. I knew I should have worn my green shirt instead of pink.
What’s your happy place?