Because if that is the case I should be covered for awhile! I have been lucky in all of my years here in New York City by living on the first or second floor of most apartment buildings. The one time I lived several floors up I was spoiled by having an elevator.
Our new apartment is on the 5th floor of a walk up. Every time I haul myself up those stairs I have to laugh when I finally reach the door. Your would never guess I am a runner by the puffing and panting when I get to the top. What is it with a few flight of stairs?!
I am certainly not complaining. In fact I like to think that this is my booty toning exercise each time I make the trek up the steps. I am actually a big stair climbing advocate. Whenever I get a chance to take the stairs instead of an elevator or escalator I go for it. I just add that extra time on the steps to my frozen yogurt budget. Just kidding (sort of)! Although I can’t be the only one who adds a bit more to their workout or does a workout in anticipation of dessert or some fun meal, especially come the weekend!
I find myself tempted to but avoid counting the steps as I climb them. As a runner I know that this will turn into some weird pattern where I count them down and up, backwards and forwards, and so on. For instance, when we were last training for a marathon I used to play random games on our long runs. I would hear my GPS beep at a mile and I would think ok that’s 2 miles down, if we turn around now we have four miles covered. Imagine how crazy this can get out a 20 mile out and back.
I heard Hoda Kotb say that she thinks of each mile as 3 songs on her iPod and I started doing that. It is scary when you start a long run and realize that 22 times 3 songs equals 66 songs. Do I even have that many songs on my shuffle?! And then I start counting songs on my run and figuring out how many times I beat the quota of 3 songs per mile. Take that numbers game!
The same goes for a typical out and back run of 7 miles or any other distance. I will look at my watch and see 3.15 miles and without even thinking tell myself to go .35 miles more. It turns into a crazy numbers game. The way I think in numbers during the day due to my running makes me think I should have gone into accounting or at least paid more attention during math class (although I have to say all those college Calculus classes have still not paid off for me and if they do when I am out running then we are in some serious trouble).
This is exactly why I am trying my hardest to refuse to count the steps up the five flights of stairs to our new place. If I start now I know that it will turn into, “Ok that’s 20 steps down, only 62 more to go.” Next thing you know I will be figuring out just how many seconds that will take me to cover the steps up to the door or just how many songs I can listen to before I am home.
Running makes me go numbers crazy!