elevator girl

I live in an apartment building that is not very tall and composed of four floors. Everyone (ALMOST everyone...) uses the stairs because the elevator takes forever and a day to arrive at your floor. I say "almost everyone" because I belong to the group of "only other ABLE person" that still presses the little white button and waits for the old, shady elevator to come get me. Call me lazy and not very green, but these adjectives don't phase me at all. The only people I do see sometimes use the elevator usually have a lot of belongings to carry or are disabled/injured in some way. I know people judge me when they see me standing in front of the elevator door as it slowly makes its way up or down. In my lame defense, I do actually live on the top floor so it takes me a bit longer to take the stairs. But even so, I will admit that I can probably climb the stairs to the top by the time the elevator finally reaches the ground floor. How sad is it that when I do feel compelled to use the stairway, I feel exhilarated at the end and proud to have burned a couple extra calories? (Pretty sad.) Okay, so maybe those negative adjectives are starting to make me feel more self-conscious about my totally fixable habit.
I think I will start taking the stairs (more often) so I don't have to get mortifying death glares from a guy (I accidentally make eye contact with) who is carrying his unnecessarily big mountain bike up to the second floor. But like I said, I DO inhabit the fourth floor, which is another 40 steps above that guy. Nevertheless, a little extra exercise could do me a whole lotta good. I just hope they don't upgrade the elevator so it plays music. That will make my lazy habit a lot harder to fix.