Bad influences, part two: The pedometer
My pal in the library downstairs went to some event the other day and they were giving out pedometers. She already had several, so she gave me the new one. I don't think she had any idea she was creating a monster. I walk a lot, and I have this mania for data collection that hits me sometimes so now I absolutely MUST wear the damn pedometer at all times. And record the results on a spreadsheet.
Stay tuned for charts and graphs.
OK, so you clip these pedometer things to your waist, over one hip, but today I am wearing a dress with no waistband or belt to clip it to, so it is clipped to my, ahem, undies [photo not provided - youall can thank me later - ed.]. I stopped in the gal's room before I got to my office and checked it: at 7:30 am it said 6,422 steps, which is 2.391 miles or 3.85 kilometers, according to this device. By the end of lunchtime it said 8646 (3.219 miles or 5.187 km) I'm going to have to check the calibration, but that seems about right, given that I walked partway to work, and that my office is located very very far away from anything else in the building.
I almost lost my composure just now when I accidentally reset the damn thing, which I also did yesterday at lunchtime when it was at around 5,700 or so steps. I spent the rest of the day taking naps & doing laundry and I ran a few errands, but I think it was around 8,650 steps when I took it off. That's about 14,350 for yesterday, and tonight when I got into the house it was a little past 15,000 -- which is pretty good, I suppose, given that the little instruction book thingy that came with it said you should try to walk about 10,000 steps a day. I mean, how hard is that?
I'm not going to start the spreadsheet until I get an actual reading at the end of the day. No making shit up.
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