Stairway to Nowhere

When I had access to dozens of flights of stairs I made a habit of lugging considerable weight up and down those stairs in the name of fitness. Or torture. Or something.

Now that I'm without stairs I've found alternative means of self-inflicted abuse, but I've always looked at the stair-steppers at the gym wondering if they'd provide that wonderful, enduring and painful burning sensation that tackling a hundred flights of stairs gives.

Nope.

I couldn't figure it out. People looked like they were suffering an agonizing and rewarding workout, but really they're just lifting one leg up a few inches and then the other; there's hardly any pushing oneself up going on at all. So I tried it. It's pointless.

Pointless like the one flight of stairs to get to the cardio area was a more substantial workout than the twenty flights I supposedly accomplished on this compact reverse escalator.

I don't get it.

Anyway.... Here's my favorite set of stairs.