|In my mind, the Chariots of Fire music was playing, anyway
||[Oct. 26th, 2005|12:41 pm]
The joy of getting healthier is that sometimes you surprise yourself - and then find that your delight is not matched by others. This is not because they disrespect your accomplishments; this is because they can see you much more clearly than you can and what amazes you is a "well, duh!" moment to them.
Case in point: when we went apple picking on Sunday, we had to walk back through the orchard a distance to get to the trees that had not yet been picked over. Almost-2-year-old Carolyn was a little intimidated by the walking: the grass was thick and tangled, the ground uneven, and everything a bit wet. What was lower-shin-deep to us was knee deep on her little short legs.
As we were starting to walk back, Eric encouraged Carolyn to run, and she tried. Watching this, Ferrett suddenly wondered if he could run back to the road. Which Kat and I assured him he certainly could do. To prove it to himself, he handed me the bags of apples and took off. We watched him quickly disappear over the rise and just shook our heads. He runs on the treadmill every day - why would he even think that this 500-yard distance was going to be hard?
Sure enough, he was thrilled with himself when he rejoined us. We both assured him that we had never had any doubts. I think it disappointed him a bit that we weren't as jubilant as he. I told him that what I considered a triumph was that he would even contemplate the issue - something that certainly would not have happened a year earlier.
I bring this all up because we had a full building evacuation drill today. Usually for fire drills we only walk down five flights of stairs, but today we had to walk down the entire 35 stories. When you consider that each story consists of two flights of stairs, it's actually like walking down 70 flights of stairs. The veterans of this whole affair - those who had been here for 9/11 and for the blackout of 2002, assured us that our legs would be killing us by the time that we were done, and that we'd be sore for days. I was looking forward to the challenge.
A year ago, going down the stairs to the laundry room in the morning was a painful experience for me. My knees hurt and I sort of lurched and hobbled. A year ago, I am certain that the experience would have been extremely difficult.
This morning we did it in about 13 minutes without an issue. Now, granted, that's actually a lot easier than a real evacuation because it was not manadatory so anyone who had done it during the two actual evacuations was excused. That meant that it was quick, rather than one slow step at a time in a hot, crowded stairwell. But still, I was pleased with myself that I could do it without pain.
And even part of me says, "Duh! Think of all that biking!"