Me & My Pedometer

Although I don't have plans to run off with a French man, I do seem to be involved in a very intense relationship with my pedometer. I knew that I'd be walking a lot, and I was a little curious about how much I'd actually be doing. So I dug out my old pedometer (which I got free with two Special K proofs-of-purchase, woot) and brought it with me.

Based on some crap I read online, I set a goal of 10,000 steps per day, which is allegedly five miles, give or take. My reward system is simple and effective: me + 10,000 steps = pastry. Now, I'm not going to kid you; frequently that 10,000th step is taken on the way home from the bakery, and once I even had to circle the parking lot, but a deal's a deal.

What surprises me most is how easy it is to get to 10,000. This morning, for example, all I did was take the bus into town, wander around looking for a photomaton and the bus office and poof, I was already at 5,000. I walked part of the way home, until I got to the uphill bit, then took the bus the rest of the way. After lunch I went to the grocery store and the patisserie and walked home and here I am, éclair in hand, already past my goal.