Saturday, June 12, 2010
"I Take the Stairs!"
Then I learned that "getting into shape" involved discovering how out of shape you were.
Some people sprang up the flights like gazelles. Not me.
The first flight or two weren't bad, but by the sixth floor I'd be staggering and gasping like I'd been mustard gassed. Hopefully I'll get better at this.
My shame at being such a wimp was tempered with pride.
No elevator for me I thought. I take the stairs!
Soon I caught my self wedging this boast into every conversation.
"Beautiful weather, today" someone says.
"Yes," I'd say. "I saw the view in the stairwell windows on the way to the top!"
"There's donuts in room 1313!" someone says.
"Oh boy!" I say. "I think I'm entitled to one, since I make myself take the stairs each time."
"A meteor the size of a bus struck my office! Help!" someone texts.
"Hope there's a good fire escape. If I a meteor the size of a bus hits my building I'll have a chance 'cause I know where the emergency exit is, being that I take the stairs every day."
Okay, I made up the last one.
Say, did I tell you I took the stairs today?