I told my husband, Peter, when he first announced the idea, that I thought it was dumb.
I probably didn't say 'dumb,' because I try to be nicer than that. But I let him know that I thought his idea of getting exercise by climbing stairs in the stairwell was, well, kind of dumb.
'Find out if I can access the stairs in the stairwell!' he told me, after we had purchased this condo, sight unseen, during the pandemic. We didn't see it for al - most two years. When we were finally ready to move, the movers were late, and we had to change our airplane tickets. So I flew out to see our condo for the first time without Peter.
I'm going to tell you honestly, it was not impressive.
The condo had been occu - pied by the woman who bought it when the building was built in the 1980s. She died right there at home, and things had gone downhill toward the end. Oth - er than a fresh coat of paint on the walls and ceiling, very little updating had been done. So I was seeing all this for the first time, and Peter's big concern was whether the stairwell was acces - sible so he could climb the stairs.
It was, I reported. But I couldn't imagine how that would be any fun at all.
When Peter finally moved in to the condo, he started climbing the steps in the stairwell -- 12 rounds a day. The building is 20 stories high, and the top 17 are accessible, which means he climbs 238 stories every day.
That works out to 2,856 stairs, if you are interested in doing the math.
W hile I walked the neigh -
borhood and admired the old mansions and the manicured gar -
dens and the friendly dogs, Peter climbed the stairs every day, sev -
en days a week.
If this wasn't dumb, it certain - ly seemed a little crazy to me.
But the thing I didn't count on is that Peter didn't go down the stairs. That would be hard on his knees, he explained. He took the elevator down to the third floor and then climbed up those 17 stories. Then he did it again. And every time he took the elevator down, he had a conversation with a different person in our building.
He got to know the young working professionals and the retired folks. He got to know the housekeeper who cleans up the public areas and the maintenance man. He got to know all the dogs who were going out for a walk and all the people who owned
them.
And Peter became kind of fa -
mous.
He started carrying business cards with our name and picture on them and handed them out when he met new people. 'You're the wife of the guy who does the stairs!' strangers said to me.
So when there was a vacan - cy on the condo board, it should have come as no surprise that Peter was asked to fill it. Cam - paigning for a seat on the board was about the last thing Peter would ever do, but everyone on the board knew him by now, and he seemed like a smart choice.
Of course he was. Now Peter spends a lot of time reading documents and at - tending meetings for his new du - ties as board member.
Eventually, after the weather warmed, he bought a bike, and he started riding around town. I have to believe this is more en - joyable. But if there is rain in the forecast, Peter doesn't hesitate. He climbs the stairs.
And when the weather is fine, I'm sure everyone in the elevator misses him.
Till next time, Carrie
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