Lately, I've been hearing a lot about 10,000 steps. It's the latest thing among the latest fitness things; the object is to walk more, with 10,000 steps a day as the goal. For people like me who are mathmatically challenged, that means wearing a pedometer to keep count. So yesterday evening, as Middle Daughter and I were at Academy stocking up on softball gear, I picked one up.
I didn't clip it on today until after lunch, because we all slept in late and it wouldn't have worked too well clipped to my nightshirt. But in the afternoon we set out for Middle Daughter's softball game, and I attached it to the waistband of my jeans, all anticipation and excitement.
Imagine my disappointment when I checked my paces at dinnertime. 240. I had hiked across a parking lot - twice - plus around a softball field. Not to mention the zillion and a half trips up and down the hallway, through the kitchen, into the kids rooms...it was depressing, to say the least. Even I, in my permanently mathfuzzled state, realized that I was falling somewhat short of the 10,000 paces mark. I checked it again an hour later. 254. There was definitely something wrong with that picture. My house is small, but it's not that small.
I think I've figured out the problem. My pedometer has a "snooze" feature - in order to conserve the battery, it turns itself off and doesn't "wake up" until you take five steps. So it doesn't count the first five steps of any journey. And since my house is small, most of my journeys don't have very many steps. Nine steps to the bathroom from the den. Eight steps to the den from the kitchen. Four steps from The Boy's room to our bedroom. I'm figuring I can easily double the number of paces on my pedometer, at least for the time I spend in the house.
It's still a pathetic number, but it's not quite as pathetic. And I'm interested to see how many paces I take on a weekday, when I don't lounge around in my jammies until noon.