I've been a lazy shit in terms of walking and staircase work, but I do plan on doing both some walking and some stairs work tomorrow. We've got rain forecast through noon; that'll doubtless change. But after tomorrow, it seems the April showers will be done, and we'll soon be into the May flowers phase of spring, which is already starting to feel like summer. That means a switch back to nighttime walking... but I'm not sure I want to walk at night and do the apartment stairs in the early morning. I'd rather do the creekside stairs than the apartment stairs since I can do both—walk and stairs—at night and both along the same route (Yangjae Creek), killing two birds with one stone, and maybe occasionally doing the apartment stairs just to check on my pulmonary progress. No matter—I'll work things out somehow.
Tonight, meanwhile, more of "Picard," Season 1. I'm more than halfway through.
Personally would always opt for the outdoor staircases over the dreaded in-building ones, especially at this time of year when the weather starts heating up.
ReplyDeleteMy LOTTE Sky Run was duly completed in around 75 minutes. This year's vertical marathon once again underscores my (completely anecdotal) theory that it is possible to reverse heart disease in some fundamental way. Ten years ago, I could barely walk up the stairs in subway station without huffing and puffing and now I'm able to summit the country's highest building while barely breaking a sweat (albeit a good 45 minutes slower than the younger folk who are looking to break records).
What's the secret? To be perfectly honest, I haven't a clue. If I had to guess, I'd say it's definitely not my diet, which is almost as bad as my waistline (a not-so-healthy 38 inches). Rather a combination of a decade of 10k+ steps a day, doing the necessary due diligence on which modern miracle molecules would help me avoid the grave for a little longer, and pure luck.
I think the ridiculous randomness of life plays a larger than understood role in everything. And after all those thousands of steps, those hundreds of pills I've ingested, and all the thought (admittedly not much) that went into composing this comment, there's still no guarantee that I won't drop dead from a heart attack tomorrow (as both my grandfather and great-grandfather did in their early 40s).
So carpe diem and all that. Our crystal balls are hazy with doubt and our time better spent enjoying the moment than worrying about the future...
Congrats on the Sky Run! As for 38 inches: I'd be happy to be down to that level.
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