New Year's Non-resolution
A year ago I did a ridiculous thing and set myself a goal. Some might call it a New Year’s Resolution, but it’s more that one calendar year was a convenient way to keep track.
My goal was to take at least 10,000 steps a day, everyday for a year, as logged on my Garmin fitness tracker thingo that a friend of mine gave to me. At the time, I didn’t realise quite how nuts this task was going to make me. Nor did I realise how stubborn I can be.
I am happy to say that I achieved what I set out to, and managed to complete my step goal on all except four days. One of those days I missed by seven steps (seven!) and two other days by about 100. One of the days I fell short by 1,000. But I tried not to beat myself up about it - after all I know that I achieved the remaining steps after midnight but before going to bed (studying architecture involves some stupidly late nights, and long periods of sitting and working where you lose track of time completely).
This task has meant that I have done some silly things just to get my steps, including:
laps of my house while my Dad sits watching the TV and rolling his eyes every time I come past
laps of my own bedroom while watching Game of Thrones
jogging on the spot in my bedroom
jogging on the spot in the bathroom at friends’ places during parties where there has been insufficient dancing to add to my step count
laps of airport terminals to ensure I reach my step count while travelling internationally (Abu Dhabi airport is realllllly boring as is Heathrow Terminal 4)
going for a run in the pelting rain only to forget to take seven more steps before midnight
But I’ve also experienced some truly lovely things, including:
late night walks to the beach while listening to podcasts and sharing knowing smiles with others out for late night walks to reach their own 10,000 steps
gorgeous moons I might otherwise not have seen
walks in the rain in the forest here in Denmark while I’ve been on exchange
going running on days when I really didn’t feel like it but then feeling better for having gone running
hiking up a mountain in Japan and setting a new daily step record of 50,845 steps
a late night walk in Norway with a friend which led us to an architecturally designed ice rink that was a venue for the Lillehammer Winter Olympics in 1994, where we tried successfully to open the front door and let ourselves in to wander around the gorgeous building that is shaped like an overturned Viking ship (I didn’t have my phone with me either so my friend is the one with the photographic evidence)
running up and down the footpath in a mad hurry to get my remaining 1,000 steps before midnight while my friend watched on - eyes rolling of course - who then picked me up in a giant hug and convinced me it would be fine to miss a day and then magicked himself into my boyfriend.
And so today, this New Year’s Day of 2019, my only resolution is to give myself a break, nurse my hangover, and take as few steps as possible.