It was a shock to learn just how out of shape I was, after all, I could do everything I needed to do without aches, pains, nor shortness of breath.
I was on a diet, and not losing weigh, when I ran across an old step counter and clamped it at my waistline. Even with a neighborhood walk with the dog, my steps were embarrassing low. I could not believe it. The evidence was clear. I barely moved.
Our lucky Boston Terrier, Brutus, got longer walks, and while I built up my endurance, I got afternoon naps. Slowly my average step count climbed: 1000, 2000, 3000, to 4000 plus.
For Christmas, I got a fitness trackerand my steps have increased to 6000 plus steps. I have a ways to go to reach 10,000 steps. Frigid weather might thwart my progress at another time, but not at this time. I am possessed by purpose.
I need to keep walking. Living in a hotel has some advantages: long weather protected hallways over four floors, a private gym with a variety of workout equipment, a heated saltwater pool, and a hot tub to soothe tight muscles.
Fearing going backwards when I am back in my home, I’ve already formulated a plan to walk in my basement, or a local store on days unsuitable for walking outside. Plus, the local Y is only 10 minutes from our home.
I am already looking forward to getting back to my classes. I am planning the purchase of hiking gear, and looking forward to hiking the parks near our home and while traveling with our RV. I’m hoping I will have a partner for some of these activities, but if Hubby isn’t game, I will look for another partner.
I am worried about my knees holding up, but weightloss and fitness will help keep them working.