Keep Your Keys Away from the Crack...

Yesterday turned out to be a lovely morning in San Diego.  I woke up early and putzed around the apartment for a bit, keeping my fingers crossed that the clouds would clear up before I went for a run in Balboa Park.  I headed out around 10a and by the time I was wrapping up my run through the museums (I finished at the foot of the "Museum of Man"), it was beautiful - in the mid-60s and sunny.  I made it through eight miles at a slower pace than I was hoping for, but still not too shabby for having abandoned long distance running while I do aerobics six days a week with Debbie Siebers.  I was running at just about a nine minute mile pace.

I was relieved to get back to the apartment and chill out.  However, after finding rock star parking and getting into the elevator, I dropped my keys and they went right down the crack of the elevator.  This nearly brought me to immediate panic.  Having just run for over an hour, I was a bit more sedated than usual and I headed down to P3 to see if they were waiting at the bottom.  No such luck.  

I then proceeded immediately to the front desk of Icon to summon help from the doormen.  Luckily some very strong looking handyman was there as well and he volunteered to help me.  He turned off the elevator that swallowed my keys, and we rode down to the bottom of the other elevator.  Using a credit card, he pried open the doors to the closed elevator, then climbed inside and hopped on a ladder attached to the wall, climbing all the down to the floor of the room below the last elevator level.  He retrieved my keys, and I thanked him profusely.  He also informed me that if I would've had to call the elevator company (who apparently doesn't work on the weekends), they would have charged me $400 to recover the keys.  Good thing he was working...