Saturday, February 6, 2010
I haven't been exercising as ordered by the doctor and bad weather is such a good excuse. I really wanted to stay home and read, but...well...the guilt was too much.
I put on my cross-trainers, popped on sun glasses, and grabbed my tire buddy (big stick for stray dogs--just in case). I set my pedometer on steps and power walked out the front door and up the street swinging that tire buddy to the beat in my head.
I was feeling frisky with the cool, 50-ish, breeze so I decided I would just add an extra street. Going that way would cut out a straight line home, but doing the visual math, I figured I would burn those extra brownie calories from last night to make room for more.
By the time I hit my street and saw my little cottage, I was huffing and puffing. No more was I "inhaling through the nose and exhaling through the mouth"! I was panting like a St. Bernard, and I was holding that tire buddy with two hands.
Five minutes later I collapsed in my recliner and pulled out the pedometer. That extra little jog actually cut out a tenth of a mile! And the steps were only 2,776! I don't even want to understand it, I'm just going back to my regular walk, it looks better on the chart.
As I poured my glass of iced tea and grabbed a brownie, I wondered: How does anyone get in 10,000 steps as recommended? And is that a day or a week?
Whatever, the most important thing is I'm now guilt free. That means I can settle down with a book I just ordered by Nancy Werlin called The Killer's Cousin. Somehow I missed this author. After I saw her recommended on Verla Kay, I ordered several of her books.