Fitter

Sitting on the edge of my seat bag in hand, I wait to be dismissed from class. The allotted time has expired, but the lecturer is determined to get more information out. Finally, we are dismissed and I bolt down the stairs out the door.

I pass two buildings to get to my next class, which has already started judging by my watch. As I enter my building, I’m sweating and clutching my bag close. I look up the stairs wheezing and wishing my class was on the first floor instead of the third.

By the time I make it up the stairs and sit down in my class that has already started, I feel like a wreck. I can’t catch my breath. It is hotter than the fourth of July, as is evident by my sweat.

So, obviously today at USAO, I learned I am out of shape and it wouldn’t hurt to get fitter.

When I first went to college, I lived on campus and walked a lot. The first university I attended was larger than USAO. It was hilly and spread out. One of my classes was on the 6^th floor and I trekked those stairs and across campus like it was a breeze.

Since becoming a commuter, I have noticed a decline. Much of my time is spent sitting in the car on the way to work or school. I’m not walking as much. Therefore, I have resolved to park further away from campus to get more exercise and to make use of the stairs.

What a shame for my unfit wheezing self to distract from obtainable information. I know it will be a process, but it will be an advantageous one to work on shaping up.