By some miracle, I've been able to squeeze in 2 runs so far this week! I haven't been able to blog about each one, but thanks to Bill Murray, we all know it takes baby steps. Baby steps to the gym, baby steps onto the treadmill, baby steps off the treadmill, baby steps onto the elevator, aaaaahhh! If you don't remember this scene, watch "What About Bob?" again, great movie!
And I can relate to Bob's loathing of elevators, I experienced it today in fact.
A little background if you don't normally follow my blog. I belong to a national chain of gyms (this story has no bearing on them, so they shall remain nameless), where I have a ridiculously cheap membership that I bought through Costco, and which my company also subsidizes. I basically get a monthly membership to this gym for almost free each month, and like that a lot! Also, the location is super convenient, as it is located on the top floor of the parking garage where I park my car every day. So it takes very little effort for me to go to the gym (assuming that I leave the office at a reasonable hour).
The only problem is, the elevators in the parking garage are under going maintenance for the next 1 million years. Only one of the two elevaors has been working since April. Which means that it takes forever for the elevator to arrive. I'm not a primadonna (well, not too much), but I will wait days for that elevator rather than walking up 10 flights of stairs in my work clothes and high heels in an unairconditioned stairwell when it is 100 degrees outside. I'm not going to do it. I also do not walk down 10 flights of stairs. As a matter of fact, I pretty much never go down stairs because it hurts my knees too much.
Guess what joy was waiting for me when I finished my run today...2 broken elevators. Yeah, I had to struggle down 10 flights of stairs after running. It was awful. I got passed GOING DOWN THE STAIRS by several people. Do you have any idea how humiliating that was? I would have been fine if they had passed me going up the stairs, but come on! I got passed because I was going down the stairs like a grandma.