There is a bursa sac located quite close to my right hip joint. It was inflamed, so they called it hip bursitis. After a long bout of physical therapy, I got a cortisone shot in the sac 6 days ago. The pain is greatly reduced.
Which allows me to do my full workouts again. And I need to get my strength/endurance back in order to join the annual Fight For Air climb in March. That’s 42 floors, about 900 stairs. More on that later.
This morning I felt pretty good on the elliptical machine at the gym. A lot of songs playing in my ears are set to around 120 beats per minute, which is a good pace for me to work up a bit of a sweat. My eyes are free to wander, and wander they did. A middle-aged woman, in front of me and slightly off to the right, was riding what looked like a bike. Most of the time she wasn’t sitting on the bicycle seat, but standing on the pedals.
All right, it isn’t a bicycle seat. It’s labeled SPINNING, so it’s a SPINNING seat.
When her right foot went down, the pointy end of the seat would hit her right butt cheek less than 2” from her crack. Left foot down, seat hit the left butt cheek. Back and forth, with a rhythm that would rival an atomic clock.
When I got done with my 20 minutes, I stepped closer to her and said “You are missing an opportunity. A slight adjustment in your stride would make the pointy end of the seat hit your clit, and you could get more out of your workout.”
I didn’t actually say that, but I thought it.
An old (1958) song, Standing On the Corner, has a line “You can’t go to jail for what you’re thinking.” Good thing.
