Two hundred and forty one.
The total number of stairs I climbed while I was walking around Brisbane with Mumma today, just because I could, because for almost two years the thought of taking the stairs was just not an option. Not even a single one.
Today though, as I walked past the escalator option to instead take the stairs, I could not have been more proud. I was so proud in fact that I walked up every single one of those two hundred and forty one stairs with a smile on my face, reminiscing on just how far I had come.
Today I walked up a total of two hundred and forty one stairs and yet believe it or not, that wasn’t the best part. The best part was that somewhere inbetween all of the stair climbing, I’d managed to prove to myself that all of those baby steps were finally starting to pay off after all.