young at heart but old of body

Thanks to the fun of yesterday's boot camp I now walk up and down flights of stairs as though I inhabit an 85 year old's body: I stoop slightly and take it slow. Luckily for me I live in Florida a.k.a. "heaven's waiting room" and this pace is not too out of the ordinary.

I am about to leave the library (down 3 flights of stairs), walk to my car which is parked on the roof of the city parking garage (4 flights up).

Oh stairs, I can't wait until we are no longer adversaries, because right now I hate you.