I’m not a great fan of stairs. And I definitely view the 50 steps from the lake as an instrument of torture. I know, I know. It’s good for cardio. It’s good for leg muscles. It’s chance to clear your mind and focus on the top step. Bullroar! When I think of the number of times I’ve climbed those stairs, the kilograms of coolers, boat equipment and other necessities of summer I start to hyperventilate all over again.
As I plan my last descent and ascent of those stairs for the 2010 season I am filled with delight. They will soon be covered in snow, and then more snow. This will mean that I have the perfect reason not to go down them again for the next five months. “You wouldn’t want me to hurt myself, would you?” Poor little me … with the big smile!