Sometimes the small victories mean the most

So I work on the second floor of a building. The parking lot is near the stairs which is near my office. On the other side of the building is the elevator. Needless to say I take the stairs. Back in January, even throughout February I'd get to the top and spend the next 5 minutes catching my breath. I'm 23 and shouldn't be having near asthma attacks trying to go upstairs, especially one flight. This morning I came in like always. Up the stairs and into my office. I sat down. No breathlessness. I'm not in shape to run a 5k, but I think about how much worse in the opposite direction could I have gone and how soon that could happen, and it just encourages me to keep going.

Joys, blessings, and sunshine!