You see, for years – for decades, really – I’ve been sneaking away from home every day. From work at the office, too.
Sometimes, when I’m on family outings, I quietly step away, attracting as little attention as I can. Then 15 or 20 minutes later, I return as if nothing happened.
Sometimes, I get sideways looks as sweat drips from my forehead. I expect some people wonder what’s going on.
I know better, but I still catch myself pausing and hoping nobody notices my repeated absences.
Some days, I joke about it. Some days, I might call it my 10K compulsion.
I’m talking 10,000 steps. Every day. That’s what many “medical experts” online say everyone should walk daily to boost their health. There’s now research suggesting around 5,000 steps a day is an effective minimum daily walking goal.
Usually, I log triple that number by bedtime: 15-K a day.
Sometimes I top 20,000 steps by midnight. What a rush!
I own my daily pace. Honestly, I can’t say my Fitbit made me do it.
Walking the land
I’ve been a serial walker since I was a teen. I’ve never seemed to be able to take a step back.
I remember walking the concession roads around the farm where I grew up, sun or rain.
Or I walked the laneway to the back forty on sultry southern Ontario summer evenings.
I must have known every rut and ditch as I walked through the fields.