As a tradition with my sister every year at the beginning of
December we sit down with tons of chocolate bars, ice cream and junk food and
pig out while watching the Victoria Secret fashion show. Right after the
fashion show is done the same thing happens every year; we look at each other with
a depressed look on our face and say at the same time, “Work out plan? Yup.” We
then start going over the ways we are going to cut back on all the junk food we
consume and what our daily work outs will be. Fortunately for me and
unfortunately for my sister, I am 6’0 and have a very fast metabolism, she is
5’6 and as she would say, “her metabolism retired after she got out of high
school”. I promised her that I would work out with her in order to encourage
her because a piece of chocolate cake is a lot more tempting then a long, hard
workout. We agreed to start taking the stairs at work. She starts work an hour
before I do so when I got an out of breath phone call at 8:00 AM; I laughed at
told her to suck it up (she works on the 9th floor). I got to work
an hour later, found the stairs and started my way up. Conveniently each
landing had a chair beside the door where I could sit before I fainted. I work
on the 14th level; I sat down after the first flight. I didn’t think
it would be such a big hassle because I was always the captain of many
different sports teams and worked out on top of that. Now I can’t do a flight
of stairs without having to take a seat. I told my sister I did the stairs
twice because the first time was so easy, there was no way I was letting her
see my weakness. As the little sister I would never be able to live that
pathetic story down.
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