That’s how many steps there are from the platform to the street level at the subway stop by my office.
Know how I know? Because I counted them this moring as I walked up them. While I was skipping the escalator completely. And not getting winded. The equivalent of 9 flights (13 steps=1 flight) of stairs, from the center of the earth to the street, and I didn’t get winded. That’s such a great feeling.
I remember a few years ago, when I was at my heaviest, I lived in an 11th floor apartment. I had to stop and catch my breath walking up those steps.
Not anymore. No joke, my eyes are a little moist.
Yesterday, I read this:
And while scientific studies have shown that there is a method that can increase lifespan up to 50% in lab rats and chimps, it turns out that method happens to be a strict calorie-reduced diet and intense exercise regiment.
Yeah, I’d have to say “increased lifespan” is definitely high on my wish list.
