10

That's how many flights of stairs I just walked up, and the number of minutes it took my heart to slow back down to a more normal pace.


I work on the ninth floor, which is really the 10th floor because in between the 1st and 2nd floor there is a Maintenance floor. We had a fire drill this morning, which meant walking down the stairs. I had to take it kind of slow, since I'm wearing 4 inch heals and have relatively weak knees to begin with, but down is easy though, right?


I could have waited for the elevator to go back up if I wanted to, but it takes awhile to ferry nine floors of people back up. I could use the exercise too, so I decided to just trek my way up.


Oi, am I out of shape! The last two flights I started wondering if my legs were going to just give out on me, and when I got to the top my lungs actually hurt.


I know. You are wondering if I've kept up on my goal of going to the gym. No. I went three whole times... and then stopped. Early morning seems to be the only time I can get around to it, but my bed is so comfy in the morning it's hard to get out of it.


I am going to go tomorrow though - the company is doing a golf & dinner thing to celebrate the closing of a deal. I'm skipping the golf and meeting them for dinner (I don't pass up free sushi - especially really good sushi). I was wondering what the heck I was going to do with myself until dinnertime, and finally realized it would be a perfect time to go to the gym.