Andrew really began to sweat as he reached the 32nd floor. He was pushing himself to new heights. Interestingly, he chose not to record today depsite his plan to achieve a new personal record. This feat was just for him. His followers always found a way to make it about themselves anyway. As if they were other ones ascending dangerously above the level most people chose to exist at. He was approaching this final altitude, the summit, the 35th floor. He started pulling himself over the ledge. Sweat falling from his face to the rubbery rooftop as he kicked his second leg over the railing. He removed his suctions cups to relieve him fingers after the 56 minutes climb. Andrew gazed upon the metropolis before him. New York sure looked small from high above the city.