Climbing down ladders is much tougher for me than climbing up them as well, but for me it's my knee. I tripped over a piece of wood in our tiny back yard and fell shortly after my husband and I got married and it has been kind of tricky ever since.
Good thing
your knees only come into heavy play at extremes in certain rooms, eh?
My knees are good, but I now have a dodgy hip joint. It seems fine most of the time, but when I least expect it, the fucking thing jumps out of place and I cringe.
Unfortunately cringing does little to help, but I still do it out of sheer pain, embarrassment to be so feeble, hope that switching the direction of gravity will help me get it back into place quickly and the need for a slight pause while I try to bring the other hip to the forefront.
Interestingly, the guy who was working on the roof system today gave me an inadvertent compliment. He had worse trouble getting to where his work was than I did. He told me that you "young guys are all frisky, zipping up and down like that, but just wait 'til you get to be MY age."
I found that he was forty eight, and I am five years older. (Obviously, he has had a rough life and I have been blessed with stamina beyond my years.)
I did NOT tell him I was five years older after he made that comment. (he was trashed!) I instead posed that grey hair was common in my family.
:lol: