By the time you read this, things will be very different, here, at the apartment. Whether I am still here, or not, you will have to wait until tomorrow to find out.
Tomorrow, (for me, it is a week before you read this), I start a daily walk up six flights of stairs. I will be taking the elevator to the first floor, walking down one flight to the basement, then up to the penthouse level, on five. If I live through the ordeal, you will know by reading a post in the morning. No post, no me. 😉
Each flight contains fifteen or sixteen steps, as I recall, so, that will be quite a few steps for this old girl. (Ninety to ninety six steps.) I plan to treat this as a Tabata workout; twenty seconds of intense exercise followed by ten seconds of static rest. That means that I can, run, (read walk faster than normal), up one flight in time for a ten second rest. Repeat. Breath. Steps. Rest. Breath. Repeat.
I can do that. No big deal. I am not going to think about the slight change in altitude, from the basement to the PH, as that may be a bit discouraging. I like to breath; it makes me smile. I do not like being out of breath, and unable to recover said breath easily. Going up the stairs, here, even worse in Los Altos, makes me feel like an oxygen tank, and mask, would not go amiss.
I am determined, however. I will prevail. The challenge is on, and the game is afoot.
Here goes nothing. (Except a few pounds!!) 😉
Stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.
Actually, this will post on Saturday, the fourth of September, and we will be in Los Altos for a few days. Please, give me until Monday, the sixth before you begin to worry. Or, congratulate me; either way.