24 flights to go, 24 flights, down one flight and then you have 23...

So Friday working away in cube land at work when

BEEP BEEP BEEP - please leave the building - and take the stairs

So off we went as good wee cubicle folks do down the stairs.

We are on the 12 floor. Theres 2 set of stairs to go down to each floor

By the time we got down the end. I was thinking ouch. My hips don't like that much and what a workout for my calves

Saturday morning - guess who couldn't move. You betcha as a big haired silly VP would like to say. Couldn't move. We were in Murphy for weekend and this is me..... moving...... slowly..... and down the stairs...one.step.at.a.time..

My wee lad was whizzing past me and overjoyed at a new kitchen to play around with - opening drawers, closing drawers, open door, close door. Never gets old for him.

So by time I limped/waddled into work Monday I was still moving at the speed of jello down a slope. So off to the chiropractor I went a after a good woosh and gravity working on the joints with some ice, mucho better.

Guess that skateboarding is out of question for moment though...