Anyone who knows me knows I like a good stair-climbing workout. Well, maybe not “likes” all the time. Some days I just appreciate it. Some days I tolerate it.
Today I just “did” it…nothing more, nothing less. I haven’t been working out much during the last three months. Stairs ain’t necessarily the way to begin, but I’ve got an event coming up, so climb I did.
My thighs burned. My arms were dead. My lungs were on fire. My heart pounded out of my chest. As I turned to start my descent, I bobbled. And I wobbled some more…how would I do manage another 890 steps?
Yet I did it. And I’ll be back for more torture. And fun. And pain. And joy.
Climb Hard…Breathe Easy.