Monday, 26th of April 2010 at 09:57:40 AM Way back in December, I promised a friend who was organizing a charity event that I would participate. I knew that the event was sometime in April, and that I would have to climb some stairs. This promise was built upon three things:
1. I needed a plot arc for our 10 week fitness challenge here at FFP. This seemed like a convenient storyline. Fat girl climbs stairs, loses weight, gets fit, triumphs in big event.
2. I told myself in broad, strong terms that I would definitely be practicing regularly, working out, climbing stairs, and getting fit for the challenge, declaring that having such a public event on the horizon would obviously force me to do it.
3. April seemed so vague and insubstantial that I felt like it might never come. The Dominion Tower could turn into a spaceship and fly away. I could move to another country. I could become a mermaid. All kinds of things could prevent me from actually having to do it, so I said…
YES I WILL CLIMB 25 FLIGHTS OF STAIRS!
Well, yesterday was the day. And I did it, in 11 minutes.
I'm not sweating, I'm glowing.
Here I am at the top of the Dominion Tower, having climbed 25 flights of stairs. That’s Norfolk behind me, far below. I was tired, sore, and sweaty, but it really wasn’t that bad. I’m glad I pushed myself out of my comfort zone to do this, because at the end of the day yesterday the thing that I had been worrying about for all those months was really… not a big deal.
That is AWESOME. . .and you look lovely for tired, sore, and sweaty. I think it really is the GLOW of kickin’ those stairs.
Congratulations! 11 MINUTES!?!?! Wow, you are a rock star!
Yay Lydia!! You are glowing.
You are incandescent. And have naturally rosy LIPS.
AND FOR CHARITY! You.Win.Everything.
You totally look like a rock star in that shot! Congratulations and yay for charity exercise
You look GREAT!
Probably the most productive 11 minutes you will ever have. Charity benefits, your health benefits. Yay you!
You look so rock-star-ish that I would be afraid to take your picture, for fear you would punch me.
And THAT is pretty rock-star-ish.
Also, I wish I had a blush exactly the color of your cheeks right there. I mean, a blush that one could attain some other way than hauling oneself up many many steps.
oh you and your plot arc obsessions!
just kidding. congratulations.