It’s March 1st.
Do you know what happens in March? In 20 days, to be exact?
I have to say, I don’t think this winter was all that bad, by Chicago standards. I mean, sure, we had the Snowpocalypse and all, but other than that it didn’t seem too awful.
That’s not to say I’m not excited about ditching the scarves and hats and gloves and 15 layers it takes before I’m willing to leave the house.
I do feel like the past couple months have flown by, though. I mean, weren’t we just celebrating New Years?
This time/space warp I’ve been in has also caused a major case of brain fart in yours truly.
I forgot to recap my Hustle Up The Hancock experience!
Amy and I signed up to do the climb with a team. The Flyin’ Hawaiians. Awesome? Yes.
I have to say, having the costumes on was a huge motivator. People loved that we were dressed up and the “cheerleaders” in the stairwell were extra encouraging because they knew that there were more crazy people with leis and little Tiki men following us up.
Amy and I did the whole climb together, which was also really motivating. Let’s face it- stairwells don’t offer a lot of scenery. Having someone to climb with made it a lot more entertaining.
We chugged along at a very steady pace, walking the whole way up. I had never done a timed stair climb before, and was just hoping to finish the 94 flights in under a half hour.
We killed that time. My official chip time was 19 minutes, 6 seconds.
The only thing I wished for was a towel when we got to the top because those stairwells got pretty warm. I was a schweatty, schweatty lady.
Overall, the experience was really fun. The race is a benefit for the Respiratory Health Association of Metropolitan Chicago and raised over $1 million dollars from climbers and others who donated. It was a fun event for a good cause, which makes it all the more worthwhile.
But the lines.
Oh, the lines.
There were a lot of them, let’s just leave it at that. It took about 45 minutes in line just to get back down from the top.
Ah, the life of the competitive stair climber.
Think I’ll start training to become an elite climber?
But I’d do it again.
And next year, the costumes are gonna be bigger and badder.