So my office is on the third floor of the building.
The lady I do most of my work with is located on the second floor.
There is indeed an elevator... but I kind of have an irrational fear of elevators and won't get in one unless I really have to.
So stairs it is... and even though I think I'm in decent shape (not my best, but decent), these stairs are kicking my butt. And I kind of don't mind. It's nice to feel like I'm getting a little workout while at work. And extra points on the days I wear heels.
And it's probably a good thing since I've been totally slacking on running. I HAVE to get more serious about it again after this week's half marathon. I'm hoping to use it as "a training run that will kick my butt back in gear."
Plus, I need to run it since I'll be attending what I think will be an awesome St. Patrick's Day party on Saturday night. Nothing like burning off a gob of calories to make room for new ones!