Okay, I made it! 28 floors, in 23 minutes and 49 seconds. Not a record breaker by any means but I didn’t die and I actually consider that a personal accomplishment!
The winners (but really weren’t we all winners?) had times of *ahem* 3 minutes and such like that. Whatever. What kind of overachiever can do 28 floors in three minutes? I wish I could say I think he cheated and took the elevator but he probably didn’t. UGH.
So I should probably come clean with the whole truth, before it’s made public.
In darts, when you play on a team, you play for a whole season and at the end of these weekly competitions with some of the best dart throwers in the county, you get rankings that come with cash prizes and a trophy. If you come in last place, you’re given a key-chain with a donkey on it. It’s known as The Jackass Award. Despite coming in second place the first year I played, and pocketing around $300 between me and my ex-GF, the next year I won the Jackass Award and still have my coveted key-chain.
I waited around today after the climb, for my Jackass Award, but apparently on a CF stair climb, you don’t get such a distinguished trophy – only a bottle of cool water, an icy washcloth, and my name as distinctly last on the posted times of everyone who participated.
I guess the grand prize today for me was – I’m alive! I’m alive! I’mmmmmmm alive!