Yesterday, I participated in the Sky Rise Chicago Tower Up benefiting the Rehabilitation Institute of Chicago. For me (although I’m sure others had no problem), this was no easy feat. 103 flights is a long way to go.
After the first 10 flights of stairs, I felt like there was no way I was going to be able to finish. Then, I was a quarter of the way done, and then a half. My legs weren’t bothering me so much, but my lungs were killing me. I’m not going to lie, there were times when I thought maybe I should just quit. But, then when there were firefighters in full gear, or people with physical disabilities doing it, there was really no excuse for me not to finish. I sucked it up, and then I was on the 98th floor and finally popping out of that door at the finish line. And, it was worth it:
Before the event, I set a personal goal for myself. Did I make that goal? No, but I finished and I finished under an hour, and I’m proud of myself. I thought just that once was enough and that I wouldn’t be doing it again next year. But, after talking to another participant today, we decided that we’re (hopefully) going to do it again next year, and next year we ARE going to make those goals, and hopefully beat them.