Today was leg day. More specifically it was stair day. Twenty-four flights of stairs, each flight consisting of twenty-five steps. This cardio work out was followed by a cool down of consisting of a “short walk” of roughly 1000 steps. And then a rest period out in the sun. And then after I rested, we did the whole thing in reverse.
Not because I wanted to as per say. And no I do not have a trainer who forced me to do this. No dear friends this whole workout was brought to me courtesy of someone pulling a fire alarm in a building I was visiting. A specialist’s office in a high-rise. As a matter of fact this happened twice during my visit.
While I understand and appreciate the cause for concern and safety, I really wasn’t up for all that. Not after the day I had been having nor the reason I was visiting the specialist for. I confess there was a small part of me that had briefly wondered if it wouldn’t be better to let myself become overcome by smoke and just stay where I was.
After my appointment I went home and rested. To be honest I all am because all of that was too much. In fact it was so much too much I still haven’t ceased to feel shaky and weak. Sometimes this is what life with lupus looks like. Sometimes a chronic illness isn’t really taken into account with safety or evacuation plans. And while yes at least I was safe, the reality is I am going to be dealing its fallout for days to come.