Never breathless
When asked if I found myself out of breath, after going up a flight of stairs, I had to pause and think, before answering. Not to catch my breath, OK. Moving along. The reality is that I no longer have to run upstairs. Not physically possible, unless I wander into the basement.
There was a time… in college, we had a student radio station situated at the top of four flights of stairs. Old stairs, but with railings at the place where they should be. Now, the stunt for a DJ was to put on a record, run downstairs, purchase a tin of pop, run back upstairs, get in the DJ chair and go to air without being breathless. We were all young enough and in great shape, so it wasn’t much of a stunt, in retrospect. And if you get the routine right, the downstairs portion could be done without touching a step in the old school sense.
I wonder if others have to redo their own exploits to maintain bragging rights. If you can run a four minute mile, do you have to keep on doing it. I’ve outgrown my Flash costume, which was worn only for particular moments in photography.
Yes, the flash was fast, and bright. Blinding from the proper angle. I can’t picture myself returning to the scene of such crimes. Now, everyone carries a camera, and the flash is just something from the old days. Ask around. Most children would not be able to tell you when they were last front lit or back lit. I have a newish flash that has never been used. Times changed.
