I have a confession.
I don’t completely hate the elliptical.
But I’m pretty sure it’s only because I’m kind of fast on it (compared to my running, anyway). It is absolutely boring as hell, no question there, but I’ve discovered that I can maintain my reasonable pace while looking at a magazine; though the glare from lighting and the constant bouncing makes reading kind of annoying. Either way, it beats staring at the stats the entire time and since I’m still moving quickly I don’t feel like I’m half-assing anything.
Mostly, I’m convincing myself of all this because I have zero pain whilst on my awkward elliptical friend, but quite a bit of it if I try to run conventionally. I’ll be employing my standard method of avoiding all medical counsel until the problem either solves itself or refuses to go away within a
reasonable ridiculous amount of time. I WILL be running the Charlotte RaceFest half again this year in April, so if I’m not back in action in a timely fashion to train properly for this thing, perhaps I’ll consider a second opinion. Until then, it’s me and my pal E. Lipty because two weeks is no cause for alarm unless you’re a sissy.
Another lackluster workout week this past one…but better than nothing, yes?
Monday – Off.
Tuesday – 3 miles @ 7:19 pace. Elliptical.
Wednesday – Off.
Thursday – 1.2 miles @ 9:29 pace. I ran. It hurt. I stopped.
Friday – Off
Saturday – 5 miles @ 7:45 pace. Elliptical. Obviously.
Sunday – 6 miles @ 7:43 pace. See above.
Weekly total – 15.2 miles. Yay?
As I write this on Monday eve, I’ve already done more than half of that distance just tonight (10 miles @ 7:10 pace. SUCK IT, running!), so I’m pretty confident this week will not be a sham. Lots of lifting has been taking place as well – which makes me insurmountably happy – so I think this is the part where those silly “optimistic” folks would talk about how this injury is an opportunity rather than a disadvantage.
I have to say…I just might agree. For now.
Unrelated: I want the intro to this song to be my personal theme music anytime I walk around or enter a room. (The actual music…not the part where the kid talks about the other kid smelling like ranch dressing.)