Infected with the pursuit of 20,000 steps

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getting going seems to be the secret.  once the spirit of the mood is active, then I’m more positively inclined to do, to move.

if I lay back down, then I am done.

I may not interact with society until late in the morning.

having no boundaries on my time does not imply happiness and freedom.  instead, the loose, haphazard manner in which I find myself is fully depressing.

so, my Garmin watch actually buzzes on my wrist, to “Move”.  it gives me daily step goals. I love it.  my husband and I, both Garmin users, are infected with the pursuit of 20,000 step days.  admittedly, we are both just as happy to achieve 10,000 steps in a day.

but lower than that, and I feel like I could be a sloth.  (which actually, would not be entirely a bad thing, if looked at in a certain way).  at any rate, my self-hatred and guilt rules me.

so, heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it’s off to stepping I go!

 

*Picture taken by author (me) at the Hennepin Canal, in Illinois