I don’t know if you have ever seen the episode of Seinfeld when Elaine dances. Oh, my! She thinks she is a great dancer (it’s a crazy concoction of arm flaps and knee jerks), and the whole room is laughing at her.
Well, the other day Tyler, my trainer, headed for the backdoor of Miracles and started jogging down the back alley.
“We’re doing this?” I asked. You might remember our running tug-of-war in a previous post.
“Yep, let’s go!’
While I am not really a runner, I was up for something different. I have been working at getting my shoulders better: having them scraped, rehab, stretching, not lifting heavy weights with my arms (I’m under strict orders of no more military presses), but I recently got the green light to start lifting a little bit. Tyler had also been helping me in our sessions, which were quite limited to shoulder rehab and legs. So needless to say, I was game when Tyler headed out into the back alley.
extremely pitiful to admit that I hadn’t run in the daylight since college most likely. I’ve run a few times with my dog, but only at night. Undercover. So I have to admit it was kind of fun. A little bit liberating.
We didn’t run long, (too much lasagna for me before my 7:00 pm training-can a girl get some notice so she doesn’t have seconds?!), but on our way back I told Tyler that I felt like Elaine from Seinfeld when I ran. Of course, he then proceeded to run with a nice flop and jerk the whole way back to Miracles. AGH, why do I even speak?
It was quite funny, and I would much rather be laughing than crying during a work-out! Even if I do sort of feel like Elaine.