4th Street Stairs

Destination: Santa Monica

Mission: Conquer the 4th street stairs

Partner in Masochism: Lisa

Goal: 5 sets

8:30 am. 

I overslept.

Wanted to be out by 8.

Called Lisa - woke her up.

-Stairs?

-I'm sleeping

15 min later

phone beeps - new text

"I'm up"

I'd fallen asleep again

Roll out of bed.

threw on some clothes - grabbed a quick bite.

out the door in 20 min.

Santa Monica

75 degrees already

perfect day.

too many fit people running up and down those stairs.

can we do this?

it's been almost a year. 

we used to do this regularly.

down.

not so bad

up. 

torture.

seriously - my heart is pounding.

and we went slowly!!

walk to the concrete stairs.

down

legs like jello

walk to the wood stairs

up

must take break

up

gasp

omg.

perhaps i should start to embrace my curvy figure?

no no no - it could use less curve.

must keep climbing.

me: we used to do 8 sets?

lisa: look - if we go down now, we're halfway through.

me: okay... doesn't sound that bad.

down the wood stairs.

legs are shaky 

take a 30 sec. break at the bottom

let the fast ones start first

up

whatever you do

just

don't 

look 

up!

woohoo! 

one set to go

down

wow - i have a little energy now

not as bad as before

Lisa: you're gonna be feeling this tomorrow

me: and Monday

up

last time!

halfway there - almost done

Lisa: lets do one more set - we'll walk to the concrete steps 

Me: Wha? (well - the third set is the worst - now it's not so bad)

top of the concrete setps

looking down

legs are really shaking now

done.

walk to the wood steps.

up

I like being behind slow people - so I can go slowly and not feel rushed.

but not that slow

so hard to pass someone

but i actually pass

heart bursting out of rib cage

can't slow down now

top! we made it!!!

Mission: accomplished! and more

Final count: 6 sets, plus 1/2 mile walk (approx.)

note to self: if i plan to go to the farmer's market - bring another shirt.

purchases: white peaches, apricots, artichokes, asparagus, stuff for a gazpacho.

forgot to put shopping bags in car. had to use plastic bags. 

must re-use.

what's easier - fasting or this type of torture?

must cut back on chocolate.

and no more late night after bar meals with megan.

should also cut back on tequila.

I'm exhausted. must take a nap.