Molls, this is for you....

How many stairs do you climb every day? Living in New York, you climb A LOT. I'm sure there is a statistic out there that will tell you, on average, how many stairs a person living in NY climbs. Just in the subways alone, I should have a rockin' ass. I don't. Let's not talk about the 5 FLIGHTS (yes, 5 FLIGHTS) that I walk up and down on a daily basis. Sometimes multiple times a day. Now, it's not just my weight I'm carrying up those stairs. If you know me, you know that my bag that I carry adds another 20 pounds (at least) to it all. There are days that my legs just can't handle it. And by the time I get to the top, my legs are burning and I'm heaving in air so that I don't pass out, fall backwards down the stairs and then have to climb up them all over again. On the flip side, there are days where I jog up my stairs, sometimes even with my bag that's like an extra body. Ok, let's all take a moment to collect ourselves after that last statement. Shocking, I know. It's super comical when I have to climb my stairs (notice how I never use the word walk when describing stairs) with a suitcase. My mother is notorious for having the tag on her bag that marks it HEAVY. So she will call me, her young, strong daughter, to come down the stairs, pick up her HEAVY suitcase and turn around and carry it up 5 flights of stairs. But I do it. And I do it successfully every time. (Knock on wood) My worst suitcase moment was when I got back from France. My suitcase was almost 70 pounds. AND AND AND I had my backpack as well. That was probably around 15 pounds or so. OK, if I were brave, I would tell you my weight and then I would let you add the additional 85 pounds to that. But I'm not brave so you just have to believe me when I tell you...THAT'S FUCKIN HEAVY! I think it took me 20 minutes to get up my stairs that day. I had to take each step at a time, like I was a baby learning how to walk. It was painful. Hot. And every inch of me throbbed when I was done. I should be in kick ass shape, well at least my legs should be. But they're not, or I don't think they are. The only thing I've gotten out of all this stair climbing is "Oh, my calves are too big. I can't wear those boots anymore. No really, you can have them."