According to my watch, I walked 9 miles today. This is way better than usual but I’m not really celebrating.
My first spurt of the day was at 1230am, when I finally got around to walking the dog. Then zzzzzz and awake at 7 and then sitting. At 10am, Karen and I took a walk that lasted about 2 1/2 hours. It was so cold that my butt started to itch but still, being outside felt good. Then I lounged around until hopping on my bike for a quick bike ride to a friend’s house to lounge around some more. Walked the dog as soon as I got home so I wouldn’t lose momentum.
If I disqualify the first dog walk (which really belongs on yesterday’s tally), I have again pretty much sat or flopped around most of the day. A long walk is great but I just don’t think it counters 6 straight hours of lounging around.
I’m not sure why I’m so obsessed with incidental movement. Wait, that’s a silly statement given the work I’ve done in this area as a transportation planner and activist.
Active by design. The built environment influences how people move through time and space. But since the pandemic I have simply not needed to leave the house much.
I don’t know what to make of all this. Part of me worries about cholesterol and heart health in general. Sitting is the new smoking. I hear the message loud and clear. But without anywhere to go, I am floundering.
Dash to the Start 