Endless Stairs

With this morning wake up text reading, "Why are you not here yet?" I jumped out of bed to race to somewhere in Mill Valley. Somewhere- meaning someTHING I didn't really know what I was getting myself into. As I returned home, I looked up how "high" I walked today. Their are only (I say only in a very sarcastic way) three flights of stairs. These flights are as tall as a fifty-story building. Arriving to meet Kari and already breathing harder than normal just to get to the stairs, I look up and go, "OKay I can do this." The first set of stairs are like little baby step stairs. You would think that they would be easy. Kari says, "Put two stairs together and add a dip that will create a lunge." Yeah ok. So this is just the first flight of stairs in which we go up three times. Not so bad- feeling it still, but doing alright. Second flight gets a little harder bigger steps and the last 10 steps are stones straight up. So after I come back from gasping for air, I'm like ok. Then we walk 300 feet and go up the next flight. These actually were my favorite stairs, which is weird because at this point throwing up seemed reasonable. But each stair was dedicated to someone. So it was fun to read instead of thinking- I'd rather die than walk another step. haha

I really did enjoy the morning- which after reading the last paragraph, you might think otherwise. After thinking about and praying that I could make it back down to my car without falling over- I felt reassured that when I did get down, I would feel better than I did when I got up. Which is true. It was a sence of accomplishment for me. I did it. Every person on those stairs probably were 5'4'' and under weighing 120 lbs max. So I felt reassured that one day running the stairs might be an option.

I never knew how relaxing and stressful nature could be at 6:30 in the morning. But I love it.

P.S. Get ready Kate- We are doing the stairs. ;)

~Girl on a mission