Stairmaster
My eyes are still half closed when I see it looming. It’s not the longest escalator in D.C.’s Metro system. In fact, it’s not even in the top 10. But it’s long enough. And it’s my morning challenge.
No standing on the right. I start on the left and move myself up those moving steps. Some mornings at a plodding pace; others a bit more briskly. I’m usually winded when I reach the summit, and my legs are shaky. But I’m at the top. And sorta kinda on my own steam.
There could be worse ways to start a day. I could be walking up the Wheaton escalator, the longest in the Western Hemisphere.
It’s a Stairmaster, courtesy of Metro.
