STEP UP, STEP OUT, SOONER THAN LATER

Step up to the standard of steps, which from most voices is around ten thousand a day.

10K?

How can that be? Where does that happen?

This is one example of how and where it might.

I took a short trip recently, had a good time bordering on great time, just my wife and I.

It was a baby boomer sort of trip to reconnect with the old neighborhood, her old neighborhood in Los Angeles with her old friends.

We didn’t take running shoes, a track suit, or a heart monitor.

The graphs here come from screen shots of the health app on my iPhone.

So basically we were walking around between where we stayed, the rental car, and our destinations.

 

Travel Days

The travel days were Thursday and Monday, full of catch the plane, get a car, return the car, and catch the plane back home.

Both had similar results on the ankle express.

Friday and Sunday were a surprise.

We walked more at a flea market than we did at the Getty Center? Sunday was flea market day.

Who knew.

But the Getty had a lot of elevators, a tram from the parking lot up, and rest stops in between, while the flea market was one level on twenty acres.

If anyone got in the steps it was our pal Lisa who knew what she was looking for.

Only two miles at the Getty seems low compared to the long walks through the Louvre and Versailles in France.

Saturday was a beach day in LA.

We didn’t play volleyball, or walk the strand, instead putting down a towel at surf’s edge and watching for dolphins.

Not exactly a day off, but not close to the five miles that ten thousand steps takes you.

How to step up to the standard? Keep walking.

 

Here’s A Delicious Reason Why

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Home On Tuesday

I looked at the graphs and wondered about the differences in distance.

I doubled up at home. Why?

I asked my training team, aka kids, before it hit me.

 

 

The dog is the only difference.

Walk the dog is a walk for me. Who’s walking who?

A dance with the dog counts? Yes it does.

If I needed proof of why have a dog, these graphs show why.

When you see an angry old man walking by himself, chalk it up to doctor’s orders.

It’s a health regime when they’d never needed to do anything. Now this.

The bitter face comes with the label of being old-old, as opposed to young-old.

A dog walker walks with purpose, a purpose greater than them.

Call it Dog Purpose if you want, but you have to walk the dog. It’s part of the dog deal.

Some people might say, “Watch your diet and you don’t have to walk so much.”

Oh, I’m watching my diet. And I like to walk. It all works out.

Thank you Rey and Cathy, Lisa and Lori, Jim and Jerry.

You made a trip to LA a homecoming no one ever gets.

At Cathy’s mom’s 100th birthday party she remembered my wife from the old neighborhood.

That was the icing on the cake, and a good reason to walk it out.

 

PS: Find a good pair of shoes and put them on. The rest will come to you.

PSS: Walking isn’t just for old people. Walking in your thirties could lead to different things, like taking a run? Whoa, let’s not get crazy.