Climbing

Why do I love running stairs? I was at work today from 9:00 am to 9:00 pm, and after I got out of class tonight, I threw on my running clothes, and ran 10 1-minute intervals up stairs.

I love it.

How weird is that?

On the bike, I loved climbing. I would rather climb than descend. There was something about the challenge, battling with the ascent and with yourself, to keep your head, your heart, your lungs, and your legs in it. All the way. To the top.

I love it.

You spend so little time at the top. But, man, it's so amazing working toward that. And getting there.

And then finding a different climb. Or aiming for more flights of stairs. And doing it again.

Kinda like life, yes?