I work in an office building. A few weeks ago I decided it would be a good fitness project to try taking the stairs instead of the elevator at work.
My calves ached the first couple of evenings and at night, but then I got used to the new exercise. I now do this 5 days a week. I get weekends off from stairclimbing because I'm not at work.
The various staircases and connections among office areas and parking levels are very confusing in this building, so I haven't quite figured out the ideal route. I've tried a different one each day. Sometimes I end up going out an exit to the street, sometimes I come to one-way doors blocking me off from an area, and sometimes I find my way to where I'm trying to go. I have to take the elevator past certain floors that you can't get into (only out of) by stairs.
If I have an errand during the day, I also take the stairs, so the number I climb or descend varies day to day. The daily minimum is about 200 steps. Today I found another area to park in, near yet another staircase, and I had one errand today, so it'll be over 400 steps by the time I get back to my car to go home.
The biggest problem is that I arrive at my office huffing and puffing, yet everyone who needs help with a computer problem wants to ask me something before I even reach my Dilbert cubicle. I've explained to each of them that they should give me a couple of minutes to catch up on oxygen, and THEN pester me all they like.
Exercise can either be fun or be a chore, and this type has turned out to be fun, so I figured I'd share my story.
Photo of me almost reaching the 5th floor:
My calves ached the first couple of evenings and at night, but then I got used to the new exercise. I now do this 5 days a week. I get weekends off from stairclimbing because I'm not at work.
The various staircases and connections among office areas and parking levels are very confusing in this building, so I haven't quite figured out the ideal route. I've tried a different one each day. Sometimes I end up going out an exit to the street, sometimes I come to one-way doors blocking me off from an area, and sometimes I find my way to where I'm trying to go. I have to take the elevator past certain floors that you can't get into (only out of) by stairs.
If I have an errand during the day, I also take the stairs, so the number I climb or descend varies day to day. The daily minimum is about 200 steps. Today I found another area to park in, near yet another staircase, and I had one errand today, so it'll be over 400 steps by the time I get back to my car to go home.
The biggest problem is that I arrive at my office huffing and puffing, yet everyone who needs help with a computer problem wants to ask me something before I even reach my Dilbert cubicle. I've explained to each of them that they should give me a couple of minutes to catch up on oxygen, and THEN pester me all they like.
Exercise can either be fun or be a chore, and this type has turned out to be fun, so I figured I'd share my story.
Photo of me almost reaching the 5th floor:
