Monday, August 18, 2008
Gotta get there...
Remember when you couldn't get somewhere fast enough as a kid? As a child, one of the things my mother probably said too many times was, "Slow down!" or "Stop running!" But she didn't understand how much of a rush I was in. Clearly whatever I was going to was more exciting than where I had been. Getting off the school bus, I would run across the street and up the driveway into the house. Checking the mail for my parents I would run. I would run hurriedly throughout the house, because come on, it was fun and I had places to be.Similarly, I would run up stairs, taking two and often three steps at a time. I'd leap down stairs in the same way. This is what makes me think of this childhood behavior. While I very rarely run anywhere, I do take steps two and still sometimes three at a time. This comes across (to me, anyway) as somewhat childish, and I wonder if this would be yet another defining moment of "becoming a real adult." I look at others my age, and they don't seem to go up stairs this way.
Well, whatever, I can't stop this behavior. I tried doing it just now and it didn't work. It failed just miserably. Alas.
3 Comments:
I skip steps on my way up (actually I haul ass), but rarely on my way down. I often worry that I will eat it at work while I'm running up the stairs in dress shoes, but the nice thing about being an adult is that I have health insurance.
I never ran around fast like that. I have always been more slow and taking in the scenery. That's why my mom instead was yelling, "stop dawdling!"
Did you fall at work when you tried to stop taking more than one step at a time?
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