My sis and I thought it would be an AWESOME idea to pick a building downtown, and conquer it by walking/jogging up all it's stairs. The building that kept sticking out to us was the Radisson. So we pulled up, parked, giggled all the way in, and walked into the bathroom. As we stretched, and giggled, and stretched, the butterflies in our stomachs grew with anticipation of what was to come. We were so pumped!
We found the stairwell, and off we went. We figured we'd walk the first few flights for a warm up, but wouldn't you know, we were huffing and puffing by the 5th floor! and there were 20 flights in total! We figured it wasn't going to get any easier, so we started our jog. Jogging one flight, walking one flight. We did this all the way to the top, when on the last flight, I felt like my legs had run right off my body, and my torso was floating in the air! What a rush!
We elevatored it back down, stretched and giggled some more, and off we went AGAIN, jogging one flight, walking one flight. At about the last 5 or 6 flights we were WIPED, and had to walk the rest of the way, until the very last flight where we gave it our all, and then I spontaneously combusted.
The drive home was fun, since my sis's leg was involuntarily tremoring. We thanked the Lord we didn't take the standard.