*dry heaves!!*

So lately I haven't been getting much exercise. I've been blaming it on a bad hip that even got irritated with hot yoga ( damn pigeon position).

So a friend I mine mentioned stair walking. I've tried the whole gym regimen and its not for me. There's something about seeing immediate purpose than just staying in one spot watching a screen or the wall or the other fit bods and wishing I looked like them. I rather exercise while doing something like a sport or an activity or going from point A to point B for a reason.

The other day I decided to get out of the elevator onto the 7th floor of my building and walk up to my floor. Seemed pretty easy to me.

So today I decided to start from the first floor.
.... I ended up outside. Brrrr!

Ok, there is no access from the first floor into the stairwell.

Lets try this again.
2nd floor
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By the 7th floor I was breathing heavy.
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8th floor .... Is there enough ventilation in the stairwell ?
That must be it... It's the stairwell, not me, they just don't pump enough oxygen in there.
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9th floor.... One tiny grasp on to the hand railing. No biggie, I can do this.
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10th floor .... Ok - Dry. heaves. hanging.on. to. the. hand. rail.for support... Pulling myself up the stairs instead of walking... Oh my....slowing down.
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11th floor .... Stop... For a minute...well, a few minutes. Gotta catch my breath.

For a second I thought, what if I pass out here? ! No one will ever know? Days could go by. No one will ever think to look in the stairwell... That is, until they smell the stench of my decaying body, my body that is in rigor Mortis at that point, my body with my arms still clenching on to the hand rail.... Gez, how horrid, my poor neighbours (who I really don't know anyways), and .... All I wanted was just a little more exercise... To be fit again.. To enjoy life... Was that too much to ask ?!?$;@%* (ya, I'm dramatic.. Back to story)
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12th floor .... Ok, gotta calm down my burning dry heaves .... Deep breath ....trying to do it quietly too.... Don't want to run into anyone coming out if the stairwell showing them how distressed I am just walking up the stairs. Gotta. Be. Ooo burning lungs...be cool.
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13th floor.... Oh thank goodness there is no 13th floor !

Ok. That was hard. That burning down my esophagus into my lungs kinda hard.

Man, I got a long way to go!