A Sore Loser

For the first time in months, I have been exercising. I am talking wake at 5am to work-out before work. Jackie Warner's Power Body Total Circuit has left me in total body pain so great I am considering getting one of these for my toilet...

Bending my legs in any way is flat-out excruciating.


You can imagine then, my fear when a long flight of twisting, marble stairs stood between me and a meeting room where I was scheduled to be for work. Yes, there is an elevator, but there is also a great stigma in being the person who hops on only to ride down one single floor.

So, I did what any self-respecting, totally out-of-shape 3O-something in stillettos would do....


To get where I needed to be I pulled the loser of all moves: I rode the elevator four floors down, got off, turned a corner, counted to 50, then went back to the elevator banks and caught a lift three floors up...right where I needed to be. I repeated this same shameless strategy to get back to my office after my meeting, too.


Now I don't know what hurts the most, my pride or my thighs. Or calves. Or arms.