No, this isn't one of those vomit-love-life-posts. I found out yesterday that they might...just might...let me get on the elliptical machine on Wednesday!!!!! Yahoo!!!!!
In my pre-injury, running days I hated the elliptical. I felt like at any moment I might just shoot right off of it and not be able to stop, hence making me look like a big giant idiot at the gym. But in my mid-injury, no-exercising, eating-like-i'm-running-30-miles-a-week days, I would be more than happy to get on the elliptical. I would be more than happy to go to a step aerobics class if they let me (fyi: I am not coordinated. not just a little bit, but ALOT...so me + aerobics = one hour of pure humiliation coupled with one hour of pure laughing enjoyment for everyone else in the class) Needless to say, I'm siked about the possibility of getting any exercise at this point.
I'm keepin my fingers crossed!!!!