Tuesday, February 8, 2011

working on my fitness.



It takes 68 steps to get to my very America's Next Top Model-esque room.

68 steps. Sixty-eight!

It doesn't matter that I've already had one month's practice under my belt, I'm still huffing and puffing by the time I make it to my haven of bunk beds. I have re-think every trip to the bathroom (one flight down), or the classroom (three flights down), or the servery (five flights down).

At least I re-think every mid-afternoon or night snack.

And I'm just thankful I don't have to climb the ladder flight of stairs to the top bunk.

2 comments:

The Edison's... plus two! said...

oh i need those stairs! get my buns in shape. loving your over seas adventures (and slightly envious).

Vicki said...

Ah cmon you wimp! Beats the stair climber at the gym!