Still walking like an obese crazed middle aged man trying to catch up with his runaway youth. Adding a bit more as I go along. Last weekend decided to find out where the many staircases that are on the east side of Delridge go.
Stairs are difficult for me. I'm trying to use them 50% of the time at work (I work on the second floor, and until two weeks ago I always used the elevator except for the twice a year fire drill). My knees no longer work the way the once did. I guess there isn't a part of me that works the way it once did, but my knees really don't work the way they once did. Not that I didn't get a lot out of them back in the day, but now - not so much. So I'm pretty damn slow on stairs. If I hear that clickclickclick of someone bounding up and down the stairs, I wait 'em out. I would just get in the way, and I don't want them to see me do the hunched over crawl with the forehead spouting like a New York fire hydrant in July. But, I'm not giving up. I will keep using them. 50% of the time.
So Sunday I thought I'd take the pretty big stairs up to where there were trees. But when I got to what I thought was the top, there were more stairs leading up to more trees. And this repeated endless times. I had to stop to hack and choke and sweat and catch my breath, but I finally made it to the last step.
That step took me to a street I would otherwise never have been on. The rewards of walking continue - the revelation of the world outside the front door.
2 comments:
This would have been so much cooler had all the stairs lead to a graveyard, or an old castle. If I got to the top, I would have been seriously pissed and tried to destroy the stairs so no one would have to go through what you went through. I know you are trying to put a positive spin on it, but it must have been deflating. Don't worry about it though. I will get revenge on those stairs for you.
No doubt about it, stairs suck. When The Hubster and I go somewhere scenic and there are stairs, I hand him the camera and off he goes to show me what my legs and lungs refused to cooperate with my feet for my eyes to see.
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