Some days just turn out to be good. Why is that?
It's the little things.
For example...today on the ice, I almost didn't suck at moments. And I definitely didn't run into anyone (see "Crash" 5/27).
And what makes it a great day?
It's a great day when we remember to celebrate those little things. Like not causing bodily harm to another person.
So what, then, would one term the day when I no longer look like an epileptic farm animal when I'm on the ice?
I can only imagine that there would be no words for such a rapturous event, but supercalifragilisticexpialidocious might be a valiant start. Should I ever manage to Quixote myself to such a moment, I'll let you know what the phraseology turns out to be.