Stairway to....

I live on the sixth floor. And occasionally the elevator breaks down. Something to do with the humidity making the doors stick and the cables not work correctly. This generally sucks, but sucks even more when you get home from a run and find that you have to climb the stairs instead of resting comfortably in the elevator for the short ride up. And that is what happened this morning. I find it hard enough to get up the energy to walk up the three steps to the front door of the building when I finish a run let alone six flights of stairs!

And of course I have chosen to day to do laundry. Down to drop it off, up to wait for the wash to finish, down again to take it out of the wash and put into the dryer, up again to wait, down again to take it out of the dryer, and up again to fold it in my room. Sheesh, who thought laundry would be such a work. So thank you New York for making doing laundry exercise!