On the fifth day of Vertmas my true love gave to me an early morning run and sixteen trips to the top of a parking garage. (1,139 feet of gain)

Sixteen trips to the top of the Market Street parking garage. That’s 80 flights of stair climbing fun.
The stairwell was fairly busy on a sunny Wednesday afternoon the week before Christmas. Twice I was with someone who climbed the five flights with both hands full (interestingly it was food on both occasions). I held the door to the roof for each of them before turning around to do it again.
The whole thing was actually kind of fun. I was sweaty when I went back to CVS to pick up Brian’s prescription, though. And my legs were shaking a little on the drive home.