Stairs

“I can’t do this but I’m doing it anyway” is what I think every morning when I climb up the stairs next to the duck pond on campus to get to class. Well, let’s be real: it’s what I think as I hike up the never ending stairs, not to heaven mind you, while concentrating on the cracked ground pretending I am in shape and not panting with a racing heartbeat like a sinner in church. All the while passing, or rather being passed by, fellow students (or rather mountain goats in disguise) prancing up the stairs in the morning. This all goes down next to the funky smelling duck pond on campus that I believe to be overrated, yet is still believed to be one of the most “romantic” places to take your sweetheart and propose to among the emotionless and dopey ducks.

Finally, after the impossible has been accomplished: reaching the top of the stairs, my legs have become limp, overcooked noodles and I walk as if my legs were just that. Then the inevitable begins: the runny nose. The continuous panting forced in and out through my nose along with the cold air brings about the infamous runny nose.

So there I am: a limp-noodle-legged, ground-appreciating, sniffling freshman wobbling to class. They said college would be “fun” and would be the “best experience of your life.” Ha. They all must have been exercise science majors now that I’ve experienced the college-sponsored stair workout.