3,333 steps

I took a grammar break for a momentous occasion: To climb 3,333 steps. For all of the things I had to skip so I could study, I could not miss this. I did not prepare for it. No, no. That would have made it easy. I wanted it to be hard, almost impossible to do. The first 100 steps hit me like a ton of bricks. But it got better from there, as long as I didn't stop it was like I was in a bad dream, but a dream nonetheless. Got to the top, got a drink and went down all 3,333 steps and that was THE WORST. No more dream, this was a nightmare, that was real. My legs were like jelly at the first 100 steps. I told my jellyfish legs "GO" but they just wobbled. So I had to stumble down the stairs trying not to bend my knees. You can do it if you hold on to the parts where there's railing and kind of tumble down the stairs swinging yourself down with one arm then stopping and doing it again. Like dragging yourself by the arms and not really using your legs! It works! Then, for all our exertion; all 2 hours 24 minutes of it, I got a mini bag of rice, a towel, some handwarmers and a certificate with my name and time on it. YAY! I couldn't walk for 2 days and couldn't sit on my legs for a week, but I did it! See what no preparation gets you!