I’ve been wearing a Fitbit lately, making a conscious effort to get more exercise, even if it’s just walking around the neighborhood.
Everyone talks about taking 10,000 steps a day, but it turns out that there is absolutely no scientific evidence that 10,000 should be the goal. For most of us, 10,000 every day is just not practical. I can get it if I plan a walk of four or five miles, but I don’t have time for that most days. So I’ve set my daily goal at 5,000 steps. I can’t get that just in the course of my average activities unless I add in a walk, but it’s a manageable walk. And most days, I’ve hit 5,000.
Today, I decided to take a longer excursion — not really to up my word count, but because I needed to visit the post office, and was craving a salad but didn’t have interesting salad fixings at home. So I decided to walk not to my usual small-business district, which is about a mile or a mile-and-a-quarter away, depending on my exact route, but to a shopping center about two miles from here. With temperatures in the 80s and the sun beating down, the walk was a bit hot on the way there (and mostly uphill). So I took a shadier route home.
My count for the day now stands at 9,499 steps. So I probably will make 10,000 today. But I neglected the novel I’m writing in order to fit in the walk, so I don’t plan to repeat this kind of mileage often. And tonight I’ll get some writing done. I really should; late last night, lying in bed, I suddenly realized what other plot elements my book needs. I grabbed a notebook and ran into the bathroom to take a few notes so I wouldn’t forget. Tonight I must write those scenes.
One step at a time.