At the top of the 94 stairs I try to go up and down most days during my long walks with Daisy in High Park, I was in some pain and wondering if it's a bad idea to keep taking those stairs - I have a problem with my lungs that upcoming tests will (hopefully) diagnose and so I have difficulty breathing, especially when exercise is involved. In spite of these lung problems, I'm putting in a conscious effort to get healthier and hopefully improve some of my other non-fixable conditions. I'm full of 'em.
|Stairs of ill repute.|
I went up those stairs today at the end of my walk, and this older man came up not long after me. As we stood there, huffing and puffing and laughing at ourselves a bit, I explained how I was slightly worried that it was dangerous for me to push it.
He said that he recently had heart valve surgery, and taking these stairs and walking like I do are what made him healthy again, and so he continues to do it. Even when it's difficult.
As I walked down those stairs that I often loathe, I thought that maybe I shouldn't overthink the breathing problems or pain. While I don't believe that whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, when it comes to things like exercise I'm sure it actually does.
So maybe instead of whining about it, I'll just take those damn stairs and high five the dog after. Because if that man doesn't bitch, I shouldn't either.