Mo’ has been channeling her inner King Kong. A couple months ago she discovered an online wellness challenge that involves climbing the same number of stair flights as exist in the eleven tallest buildings in the nation. It’s called Flights to Fitness and it aligns nicely with her training regimen for Kilimanjaro. Total flights in eleven skyscrapers, you ask? Eight hundred and seventy-three. And Mo’ has almost completed her first round already.
You heard that right. I said first round. When she’s finished with the initial 873 flights, she plans to start over again, this time wearing a daypack. Time permitting, she’ll do it all again with a heavier pack. What can I say? The girl’s got game.
You heard that right. I said first round. When she’s finished with the initial 873 flights, she plans to start over again, this time wearing a daypack. Time permitting, she’ll do it all again with a heavier pack. What can I say? The girl’s got game.
For those who don’t know, Mo’ is Monica, my domestic partner. When we started dating in 1997, one of her gym buddies made a joke that Monica was always adding mo’ weight, doing mo’ reps, making everyone else feel mo’ like wimps. The name Monica has too many syllables for me, so as soon as I heard her gym story I decided that Mo’ was a mo’ bettah nickname.
Sixteen years later she still lives up to it. A few weeks ago she found herself snowbound on a business trip in dreary Binghamton, NY, so she put that time to use in the hotel stairwell scaling the equivalent of the US Steel Building. (Sixty-four flights, if you’re wondering.) Then she came home and climbed some mo’.
At this rate, by the time we leave for Africa she’ll not only be ready to climb Kilimanjaro, she’ll be ready to carry Fay Wray.
Sixteen years later she still lives up to it. A few weeks ago she found herself snowbound on a business trip in dreary Binghamton, NY, so she put that time to use in the hotel stairwell scaling the equivalent of the US Steel Building. (Sixty-four flights, if you’re wondering.) Then she came home and climbed some mo’.
At this rate, by the time we leave for Africa she’ll not only be ready to climb Kilimanjaro, she’ll be ready to carry Fay Wray.