Passing out

I locked myself out of my office today. (Wicked smaht) I took the elevator down to the 2nd floor to see if I could find the building manager. He wasn't in, but I found someone else who has a master key. Sweet!

She was a young girl - very thin and fit, and she took a left out of her office and started running up the stairs from the 2nd floor to the 5th. Now, I'm in a very old building with very high ceilings, and there are 2 full flights of stairs between each floor.

I didn't want to look out of shape (although I'm not sure how she could have missed that part by looking at me), so I ran along right behind her, up 6 flights of stairs! By the time we reached the top, my head felt like it was a helium balloon, and I couldn't catch my breath. She tried to talk to me about something, but I just wandered away. LOL

It took me several minutes to return to my normal breathing pattern again. I felt like a big fat load, BUT it reminded me of the stairs in my office in Boston. That was six flights too, and I was proud of myself for walking up them leisurely without having a heart attack, so I should be okay with running up six flights, and just barely avoiding passing out.

I'm glad I got that experience over with. Every time I pass the stairs, I think about how I should use them, rather than the elevator. When I'm carrying my heavy lap top bag, it's too much, but without that, I really should. From now on, it's the stairs for me. Hopefully soon, I'll be able to run up all 8 flights (from the ground floor) without having a near death experience!