He's Got Legs

I used to have fairly strong legs. I wonder where I left them?

I was dealing with a hard problem at work. I needed to get away from it for a minute. I knew that if I left my desk for a bit, then I would come back and be able to figure out the parts that were confusing me.

I have no idea why, but climbing stairs suddenly sounded like a great idea. I figured I could get my mind off work for a minute AND get some exercise. Win-win! Our building is 8 stories tall, and I'm on the second floor. No problem!

I will briefly pause here for a Public Service Announcement. If you are a sedimentary nerd (like me), don't climb 7 flights of stairs recreationaly. Thank you.

By the time I got back to my desk, I was gasping for air louder than a puppy straining against his leash. I had a violent coughing fit that lasted for half an hour. My boss had to go get me a cough drop. I couldn't speak for the rest of the day.

Amazingly, in the midst of tear-inducing light-headed convulsions, I *did* figure the problem I was taking a break from.

Obviously, I have a few other problems left to work on. :)