stairs

Walking up and down stairs is difficult for me.  Why?  you might wonder.  I am a perfectly healthy 28-year old, stairs shouldn’t give me any problems.  It’s true that I don’t have the best knees or ankles, but that’s not where the trouble lies.

I seem to suffer from a compulsion to run up and down stairs.  I don’t know why I do it.  But when I’m at home and have to get from one floor to another, I do it at a run.  I even run up my front steps on occasion.

I don’t know how long I’ve been a stair runner.  It’s only recently that I’ve even noticed that I do it.  I run up the stairs.  I run down the stairs.  It certainly doesn’t seem like a safe habit, but the times I’ve slipped or almost slipped on my stairs are when I was taking them at a nice, normal pace.

I don’t do it in the mornings, when I’m groggy and don’t have my glasses on.  I don’t do it when I’m carrying large loads.  I don’t do it when I’m carrying a kitty.

Other than that, though, if you hear the sound of stampeding elephants … that’s just me goin’ upstairs.