On the BYU campus is a sinister set of steps. Let me explain. Because I am not a professor I get to park, along with 30,000 other students, in parking lots located miles from class. The people in admissions are secretly cruel. They make sure there are more than twice as many students enrolled than there are parking spaces. So students battle it out every day in parking lots. The BYU grounds crew is very efficient and constantly clears all traces of blood and guts before the media gets wind of the devastation.
Once I found an unguarded parking space. Delighted, I finally parked my car and started walking to class. I passed the Smith field house heading east. Then I saw them... a formidable run of stairs so long I could not see to the top. Undaunted, I started up the stairs loaded down like a pack mule with over 40 pounds of books, a computer, water, etc. For those who are smart enough to have rolling backpacks, please note that they are not very effective when it comes to stairs.
I consider myself in fairly good shape. However, it wasn't long before my legs and lungs were complaining. I kept going, even when other students quit and opted for the easier underground passage that was mercifully provided just before consciousness was lost. "Give it up!" my body screamed. "No!" my brain retaliated..."You can do this!" "Just take it one step at a time"... When I finally made it to the top things were hazy and I was gasping for air. My legs felt like rubber. But I prevailed!
I meet the steps often, sometimes two or three times a day. I always take it to the top.
4 comments:
I have the same problem often my body tells me one thing and my brain tells me another. Like after downing about 34789 skittles my brain will say "Just one more! You can do It!"
But my body will say "No you'll get diabetes!"
I always feel a sense of accomplishment after eating that last one... I must take after you:)
p.s.
You're crazy.
Yeah, I can't say anything that's as funny as Aubrey's comment. But I feel your pain, I often walk up three flights of stairs carrying my weight in books several times a day. And I'm always huffing when I get to the top. I'm only 24, dang it!
Hey Old Lady! I can say that since you are just a few months older than I....(at least that is what I remember but my mind might be failing me, too!) I can't believe that you were in Victoria in July!!! Craig and I were there in September! Loved It! We also commented we could live there....When are you moving and we will be neighbors! Wishful thinking, but it was beautiful. So good to read your blog and what you are up to. I have neglected to read it because you didn't update for so long, but I can see that you have improved. Take care! Miss you! It makes me miss you and your family..Love M
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