I posted the other day about attempting the stairs here at work and about feeling like I was going to die by the time I stopped. That night, I went from the 13th floor to the 17th floor at blazing speeds and ended up breathing like an uncontrolled asthmatic after a five mile race.
Tonight I decided what the heck. I’ll try it again. A goal has been hanging around in the back of my mind ever since that maybe next week I would start trying it again every chance I got. Eventually, my goal was to work my way all the way to the top (the 24th floor).
So much for goals. Tonight, I did it. I made it all the way to the top. Granted, I stopped several times. Several times. I went slower, gasped for air, but I did it.
I guess my goal now is to do it faster, without as many stops. Eventually, I’ll start at a lower floor.
I fear for my legs tomorrow, though. My previous attempt had been on Tuesday and they were still aching today just from those 4 floors. I did 11 floors tonight. How am I gonna feel tomorrow or Sunday?
I guess I’ll worry more about being able to stand up when it’s time to leave tonight.
Wow, great exercise. I work in a building with just five floors of stairs and that kills me (when I can convince myself to park on the first floor – which isn’t often).
Good job!