A week ago, I mentioned that I had installed an app called The Walking Monster, which is pretty much what it sounds like. A cartoon monster that stalks you, walking at a starting pace of 4,000 steps a day and getting 10 steps faster each day. It’s kind of a cute little thing, and I’m having fun with it.
Last week, I was 6,643 steps ahead when I posted about it. Today I’m, let’s see…
Hmm. That’s just a bit of a lead. I’m sort of idly curious about how long I can keep going before I “die”. Also, when I first thought about writing this post, I had some sort of vague idea about trying to use the monster as s metaphor for… something. Fears, or challenges, or maybe mortality. But, to be honest, I’m just not feeling it. It’s just a silly little game, and there doesn’t need to be any deeper meaning.
I also broke 15,000 steps again, yesterday. 15,507 steps, to be precise. That’s 7.81 miles by my FitBit, and I’m sort of glad I didn’t notice that mile count last night. I was tired, and I’m pretty sure I’d have talked myself into hitting the extra distance needed to break 8 miles.
Heck, I know I’d have tried. Just so I could make an extremely dated Eminem joke for my title this morning. And nobody wants that.