I've been trying to get rid of every excuse not to start up my stair exercise routine at work again. I used to religiously walk up and down 9 or 13 flights of stairs sometimes twice a day. Then I got preggers. I kept it up for awhile, but it was tough with the extra weight.
Since then I promised myself that when Mateo starts crawling, I would start to get serious about exersize again. I don't know why I chose a Mateo milestone, I guess I felt like he'd be less needy when he crawls. He's almost reached that milestone, so I've been trying to prepare for my personal fitness goals.
So one of my excuses was that I didn't have a comfortable pair of flat shoes to wear that would also go nicely with my work outfits. Enter my new sketcher's Bobs that I got in the mail yesterday! Awesome! Now I don't have an excuse. I came into work this morning with my new shoes in hand, new attitude, and I scheduled my stair climb on calendar for every day at 2pm.
But then the fire alarm went off around 10am this morning. So I was forced to take the stairs down, and like a good girl I took them back up after the drill was over since I had already gone down them. Problem is, my Bobs were upstairs waiting for me in my desk.
Sorry Bobs, our plans were foiled today and tomorrow I have to train a class for the whole day, so I guess I will see you on Friday; unless I work from home on Friday because of my inlaws.
Ugh! I guess the excuses continue....
No excuses? - Shirley