My sneakers are becoming threadbare around the edges. Red toe nail polish peaking between the threads. They, like the summer, are coming to an end and I should seriously think about buying a new pair to replace them. The child in me doesn’t want to. Most mornings I am in town, I wear them to the coffee shop and muse over my adventures while sipping my morning brew. I am having as much fun remembering the adventures as I am living them.
My friends have been chiding me lately. I wear a Fitbit band on my wrist just about everywhere I go. My goal is to reach 12,000 steps a day. When I am in Manhattan, I attain that number somewhere around lunch. If I am traveling, many a night I’ve spent circling my hotel a bit like a moth around a light fixture in the night.
I can assure you that a moth’s life is dull when a light fixture is near.
I carry my phone and count steps off on an app I’ve downloaded. This behavior is just about the same as watching a pot to see when it boils. If the evening is hot and humid, forever seems like the right amount of time it will take. A friend asked me, “If the steps aren’t logged onto your Fitbit, do they exist?” The answer is “Yes” but only in theory as the number has to be registered to signal my wrist band to vibrate when the number is reached. I am a bit like Pavlov’s dogs as I only feel the gratification if my wrist vibrates. The key is to walk in a town or area less dull than a parking lot. The act of walking is more fun if my mind is occupied with visual entertainment.
You can mock me too with my Fitbit and phone app infatuation but my reasons for doing this are sound and two-fold. The first has to do with middle-age and health. Weight comes on more easily and life has become more harried with the simple act of walking shunned to the bottom of my To Do list. I need to move more or at least the same as I had when I was twenty. Well, close to the same. Let’s face it that dancing in a club isn’t such a common activity as it once was. Movement trumps sitting at a computer any day when it comes to my health and yet I don’t do it as often as I should.
The second reason is taking the time to wander in my city or the towns I visit. If I allow myself this simple luxury, it is pure joy. I love the beauty that surrounds me when I take the time to actually see it. Circling parking lots is a lot less common for me as I’ve taken to exploring to reach my goal. Main Street is a really fun place to see and varied from one town to the next. I wholeheartedly recommend you take to the streets and if you need a silly vibration on your wrist to motivate you, the investment is well worth it.
An added note – I know I need better walking shoes. All in good time! Old ladies are not born but cultivated from young girls. I am in the middle of my transformation!