I’ve completely lost interest in the gym. I’m not averse to exercise—I just don’t want to do it at the gym. So today I climbed Portland’s tallest building, the U.S. Bank Tower, otherwise known as Big Pink.
I figured I was up for it, having climbed the Empire State Building, which is twice as tall. Of course, that was on a stairmaster.
I felt really illicit sneaking into the stairwell, as if there were something subversive about not taking an elevator. Also because it's a bank building and probably isn't the kind of environment that welcomes strangers exercising in the stairwell.
Ten floors and I was hot and winded. Twenty, I wanted to kill myself. Thirty, I wanted to kill someone else. Forty, I was done.
Unfortunately, there are forty-three floors. But I’m very determined. So I finished it, walked back down, relieved that one of the constraints of this project is that I don’t have time to do anything twice.
I've heard said that you can tell a lot about a society's values by which building is the tallest. In the past, it was the church. Now it's financial services. Just once I'd love to see it be a library.
PS Sorry for the delayed posting. I'm revising my writing schedule and haven't quite budgeted in blogging.