Disadvantages Of Climbing Stairs นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I was tired from climbing. "You'll really get tired. You climbed six floors using the stairs. Elevators exist now. You won't feel tired or sweaty. So dramatic! Tsk."

I offered as he began walking down the stairs. "Mmhmm. Nice try, Missy but I could carry you all day if I had," he answered, flashing me a smug smile before looking ahead and I huffed at not getting my way. "Why don't you have an elevator though? An house this big should have one." I looked around the enormous building and its grand staircase that we were currently walking on. "It should but it doesn't. My mom makes us takes the stairs. For exercise, she says. I'm used to it now though."

I am chubby girl and the thought of climbing ten flights of stairs felt like a punishment. With a heavy sigh, I turned towards the stairwell. Each step felt like a mountain as I huffed and puffed my way up. Sweat trickled down my forehead and my legs ached with exertion. By the time I reached the 10th floor, I was completely out of breath.

As I climb the stairs, memories of the CEO’s hands moving expertly on my body flashes in my mind, causing me to miss a stair and almost trip. “Are you alright?” An old lady that is also climbing the stairs with me asks me, and I nod with a smile. “Taking the stairs is healthy, but it can be dangerous if we don’t pay attention.” She adds, and I just smile. When I reach the top, I bid her goodbye as I walk to the door of my apartment. I open the door and I enter, making sure to lock it before anything else. I may be paranoid, but in my line of work, your life depends on you being paranoid.

stairs. Because I did not have sufficient control over my legs, they were somewhat of a hindrance to my progress because they prevented me from moving forward. As I progressed up the stairs, I was not only hauling my entire body weight up, but I was also attempting not to get my feet trapped on the stairs. Slowly. After years of using them, I was familiar with their layout and knew that the first set of stairs consisted of nine steps, followed by what would have been two strides to get over the landing and then six more steps to reach the second story. Following one more landing, the last ascent to the third floor consisted of thirteen steps. When my arms finally made it to the first landin

He picked up his sword and left for the stairs. The warmth of the stairwell greeted Chris. He sat on the top stair to catch his breath. After a few minutes of sitting, Chris began his trip down the stairs. Chris arrived at the bottom of the stairs. He was out of breathing heavily. Walking up and down so many stairs took a toll on him, especially on his right leg. He sat down on the bottom step. “Is that it? Surely there has to be more to this world. It can’t all be gone. Maybe I just wasn’t looking hard enough. When I go upstairs again, I’ll see the cities and trees and everything will be ok,” Chris thought.

— Upstairs, now, he announces, heading towards a staircase. The staircase is a sculpture: a flight of tempered glass steps, seeming to float in the air, with no visible railing, only a thin strip of chromed steel winding at hip height. Each step is an act of faith. I place my foot; the glass is perfectly transparent; I see the marble of the hall, far below. A dizziness seizes me, not from the height, but from the fragility. Everything here is designed to impress, yes, but also to remind one of precariousness. A misstep. A crack. He climbs ahead of me, confident. I cling to the cold of the steel strip.

Because Logan was still climbing the stairs after they got to the second floor. He will tell Beth that she is weak or doesn't exercise if she complains about the stair, but she's indeed too weak for this, she has been stumbling up the stairs. She hasn't been climbing the stairs this long for a long time. 'Why doesn't the head office of a company of this size have an elevator, anyway!' she's annoyed. She was still trying to survive and climbed one after another the high stairs to the next floor. They arrived on the third floor, Logan arrived and looked at Beth and smirked. There wasn't a single drop of sweat on the man's face... As for Beth... Her face was already covered in sweat. Beth poute