Thursday, January 15, 2009

Such a rude awakening

I had one of those days where you think things are going well...and then find out they really aren't. (sigh...) There were several notably humbling events, but I'm only willing to share one with you, my dear Internet. (The others? You'll have to wait until you can buy me dinner and pry me with booze.)

I came into work, and patiently waited for the elevator...and waited, and waited. Much to my despair (yes I was wearing heels), I realized the only expedient route was the stairs, all four flights of them...which is like 8 flights but so much worse because they are the stairs from hell. Very steep, cold, and they make you pant. Like a dog.

Now before I was dragging my legs up the last steps, gripping the rail the entire time and pulling my limp body on the floor of my office I thought I was in good shape. I'd like to blame it one the purse, work satchel or even the lovely burgundy pumps but I just couldn't. Now I'm thinking that I'll show those stairs who's the master (one day)...but maybe after I rest my sore tush.

2 responses:

Team Serrins Springfield said...

Dude,
There is something bizarre about those stairs. At the gym, I've been consistently doing about 140 - 150 flights in 30 minutes on the stair machine or 300 flights in an hour. The other day I did 307 flights in an hour. But the stairs at work absolutely kill me. I have started going from LL to 3, then walking across the other stairs to try to catch my breath. And I still end up sweaty and breathless at the end.

Najla said...

I agree, it must be some twilight-zone voodoo staircase we've got there. But I'm going to tame that baby if it kills me. Which reminds me, if I don't show up to work one day...check the stairwell.