Number one: 7,000 steps is a huge number of steps when it’s 30 degrees out.
Why is that?
Also, why is it no trouble at all racking up mileage anywhere except your house?
Take the train into the city, and you score 9,000 steps just walking outside Grand Central.
But walk around your ranch house in Tarrytown, and you have to keep moving a good 12 hours to hit 7K, the equivalent of 1 hour walking in midtown. I think Fitbit must be padding the numbers for urban dwellers and un-padding them for folks here in the suburbs. Because they can.
Anyway, back in December I had a vision of myself rising each morning and appearing in my new town’s new gym, a very nice one, bright and sunny and right next to the Hudson River. I was looking forward to it.
But here it is January 12, and I see that the missing piece in that vision, getting into my freezing-cold car and driving to the nice new gym beside the river, is a bigger obstacle than I thought.
I need a transporter pad.
Number two: being stone cold sober and wide awake at 11pm on a Friday night is a novel sensation.