Disadvantages Of Climbing Stairs Mga Nobela at Kwento

Caution is critical. In places where there are no steps or stairs to aid me, I’m forced to crawl upward clinging to any exposed root or crack in the rock I can find. The climb is grueling. Before I’m even halfway up, I’m sweating from my exertions. The mental strain is even worse than the physical effort.

So far it wasn’t working. I made my way out of the room and down the stairs, even more irrationally irritable and annoyed at the number of stairs in my house. There was no reason for this many stairs or floors for that matter. Completely unnecessary. Was it too late to put in an elevator? Or maybe half the stairs all the way down could be made into a slide. I know my achy legs and back would appreciate that greatly. Would be a lot of fun too.

Sasha's POV "Ma’am, you can’t go up like that!" "Yes, it's too dangerous, let me help you!" "Or, ma'am, I’m pretty strong. Should I carry you upstairs?" The maids all panicked when they saw I was trying to go up by myself. What if I fell? They knew Valentino would blame them if I hurt myself. After all, the doctor said my leg wasn’t ready for stairs. "No, no, I’ll go up on my own. You all go on with your work." I smiled at them, took a deep breath, and started climbing the stairs.

“I will be following the elevator and I'm giving you ten minutes to reach the CEO office. My bodyguards will accompany you. I stared at the stairs, my heart started beating so fast. But I had no option than to move. Ten minutes was too small to get there, so I paced up. I climbed the first floor and then the second. On the third floor I could feel my legs swollen with pain. I stood still for a while to strengthen my legs My stomach tightened and I could feel the pain beneath my thighs. “How would I climb the remaining floors?” Their stairs were embroidered with hard marbles. Even the bodyguards were used to this kind of exercise were fun breathing heavily. They increased their steps despite

I ignored the stares as best as I could, focusing on moving forward, away from the curious eyes that watched my every step. When I reached the end of the hall, I headed for the staircase that led to the first floor and cursed quietly when I caught sight of the flight of stairs that I would need to climb, an elevator would be greatly appreciated right about now. I sucked in a deep breath and took the first step. *** It was nearly three minutes later when I finally emerged from the top of the staircase. I was breathing heavily, my lungs struggling to get oxygen through my constricted throat. My hands trembled from the effort of climbing those stairs. I didn't even dare to imagine how high I ha

However, James was rather surprised to find that the stairs were hundreds of thousands of meters wide. Meanwhile, the other participants had started climbing the stairs. While some of them went up the stairs quickly and effortlessly, several cultivators seemed to be frozen to the spot. As soon as they put both feet on the first step, it felt as though their feet were glued to the floor. Those participants could not move a muscle no matter how hard they tried. James and his team began climbing the stairs as well. James sensed an overwhelming amount of pressure pressing down on his entire being the second he had taken the first step. It was as if he had to hold up against the weight of a huge

I am living in an old building that has no elevator to ease my every morning exercise of going to a bookstore to get a new book to read for the day to keep me company or going grocery shopping. My room is on the fifth floor and it isn't an easy task to get on the staircase from the ground floor up here with my protruding belly. I try as much as possible not to go out, not only because I don't want anyone to see me, anyone who might recognize me as the billionaire's wife but also because taking the staircase down is tiring. When I first got here, I enjoyed going out to the bookstore every day. I buy a book every day but now I have them stockpiled for a whole week or even a month.

Too much of it has been lost already by me now. I start climbing the stairs up instead, careful to make as little noise as possible. In each step that I take, the air feels more heavy, as if I am being pressed down on by that which it is that I’m about to do. But I don't stop. I can’t. I have to take it since I can tip the scales in my favor, even with the slightest chance.

Only the fact that his palms were warm did. I follow him to the back of the bar and find another huge hall space with a seating area, all couches leather black standing behind a wide floor-ceiling glass window. To my left, there is a staircase, each stair having an air gap with the other. I am honestly scared of these. There is nothing harmful in them,but the gap cuts me out. Scenarios like 'if my foot slips and falls into the gap?' scare the shit out of me. Unfortunately, Dhruv takes those stairs only and my confidence is knocked out of my body. How many times do I have to insult myself today? I hold the cold handle and slowly take one step after the other, my vision resting over the wide g

“We’re going to use the stairs. The elevator isn’t trustworthy—it occasionally breaks down, and we don’t want to be caught inside when it does.” “Stairs all the way to the third floor?” I asked, grateful I’d worn sweatpants and a tee, which were perfect for walking, though I wasn’t thrilled about an impromptu morning workout. “It’s the best option—unless you’re willing to risk getting stuck in the elevator.” “That sounds like the stuff nightmares are made of,” I remarked as he turned off the ignition and we got out of the vehicle. “That’s what I thought,” he said, chuckling. “How do the pet owners manage the stress of going all the way up there?” I asked as we walked into the building.