I can take the stairs up to my current temp job, nine floors.
At about floor four, I’m starting to breathe a little harder, but by floor eight my legs are burning and I’m really huffing.
I reach the ninth floor, pushing the pace as much as I can, get to my little reception desk, and have a seat. I can see the rainy day descending out the office window, while I sit at the desk, legs throbbing pleasantly from the exertion, and my anxiety has mostly disappeared.
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