Stairs redux

It was supposed to be 60 degrees today. It's 36. Which is still warm enough to run (and this is good, since I had scheduled today as one of my two running days). But it's so freaking foggy outside that it would be suicidal of me to run where I work (which is right around a reservoir). So I am sitting in my desk chair, feeling fat and frustrated and wanting nothing more than to go run stairs until I can't feel my ass anymore, and instead I have to go to the gym, where I have to meet with one of the Healthworks personal trainer people ot have my free evaluation, which means I will not get to work out until much, much later


Dooce gets what the deal is with the Santa Monica Stairs.