Breathing Hard
Between the fourth and fifth floors I start to breathe heavily. We talk on the walk down and on the first few flights of stairs back up but by floor four I no longer feel like talking. By floor six I regret starting and even if I wanted to talk I don’t know how much I could, beyond terse, grunted phrases between breaths. By the time we get back to the ninth floor we both huff and puff and I can feel my heart pounding.
A co-worker and I have taken to getting up and taking a break together and walking down the stairs in our building and walking back up. Partly we want to get more exercise, partly the break and the movement helps with concentration. I also find the exercise a really useful metaphor for writing. I think about these stairclimbs a lot when I really don’t want to be at my keyboard.
I am at a point with a lot of my writing where I am no longer motivated by enjoyment. If I...