In September my Fitbit battery died. This became an opportunity to see if I wanted to keep the Fitbit in my life. I’ll admit I’ve been a bit obsessed with my step count, calorie count, etc., but I decided to replace the battery, because I do like the accountability.
Plus, some days you walk a lot, and it’s nice to get credit for it.
Friday was one of those days. I woke up early and went for a 3-mile run. It was pretty dark for much of it, but the end of daylight savings time has now solved that problem. This got me up to about 6500 steps.
Then I helped get the kids ready, which always seems to involve at least half a mile of walking up and down the steps, around the house, out to the bus stop, etc. So I was at around 7500.
A bit before 10:30 a.m. a crew of us went to the elementary school Halloween parade. We live a mile from the school and can walk, and probably should have. As it turns out, every other parent was there too (Friday’s an easier day to get off or work from home than Tuesday). We wound up parking about 0.75 miles away from the school. I walked there carrying my 3-year-old. Then we had to chase the parade to catch it on its second loop around (carrying a 3-year-old slows me down!). I got my 7-year-old from his class (it was a half-day, and absolutely nothing academic happened whatsoever). When we got back to the car, I checked my Fitbit and was up to 11,500 steps.
I did some walking around in the afternoon, but not too much until 4:00 or so, when I forced the kids to go outside for a little bit to enjoy the still-nice, still-light weather. The marching around got me another 1500 or so steps.
Then, eventually, it was time to trick or treat! Our cobra, Batman, and Princess Sophia walked up and down our street, and down to a neighboring subdivision where there’s less traffic and most of the people decorate. By the time we got back home and had gotten the kids up and down the steps and into bed, my Fitbit was up to 20,000 steps.
But just for good measure, I walked around my bedroom for an additional 600 steps while reading. I had raided our leftover candy stash, after all. No wonder my calves hurt on Saturday.
How did Halloween go in your neighborhood?
Photo: The leftovers. My husband usually buys a giant bag of candy from Costco, and then we don’t get any trick-or-treaters. This is one giant bucket of temptation.