We started our climb of the narrow, spiral stairs with ease and anticipation, chit-chatting along the way. And it stayed that way for the first 50ish or so steps. Then we started to hear less conversations and more of the huffing and puffing noises that came with physical exercise. And each step after was a bit of a struggle, especially for me who avoids exercise at all costs. Everyone was grateful for the platforms found at about every hundred stairs, a chance to catch out breaths.
About halfway to the top, when I thought I couldn’t go on, a bit of inspiration came in the form of 76 year old dynamo who was climbing along side of me, with much less effort. Maybe it was more embarrassment than inspiration, but it was all I needed to pick up my pace and make it the rest of the way.