So, my parents texted me and I took the stairs. All of the stairs. ALL.OF.THE.STAIRS.
By now, you are asking, "What floor is your office?" I work on the 15th floor. Yes, you read that right. 15th floor.
I walked down 15 flights of stairs, which is actually more like 16 1/2 since there is a weird missing floor that you pass to get to the exit.
The next morning, my legs were sore. I didn't think anything of it since I had a kick my ass aqua fit class the night before (and I'm so loving this class). It wasn't until I got to work when I realized my legs (specifically my calves) hurt something awful, because I took 15 flights of stairs down.
And guess what, I did it again. In fact, I decided right then and there that I would walk down the 15 flights of stairs at least once a day during my work week (I have the Friday off).
Did I do my challenge? I'm happy to report that I did the stairs challenge once on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday and twice on Wednesday. Go me! My calves are still freaking sore.
On a side note, around the 4th floor, it smells like old fish aquarium water. If you've ever had an fish tank, you know the smell. I don't know what it is or why, but I crinkle up my nose every time.
Next week, I'm going to attempt at least walking up the 15 flight of stairs to get to my office. I will continue walking down at least once a day though.
So, I pose this challenge to you. If I can do it, you can, too. Take the stairs instead of your elevator at least once next week. You can survive it.
|They have little patches of red paint on the walls throughout the stairwell. Every time I see it, I think it's blood. And then, I think the zombies are alive and these were humans that didn't make it.|