Today is the day I go from home to babysitting to school to home and my only exercise is walking in between all those places. So out of curiosity I put my pedometer on (thank you, CalSAC) and started walking. I arrived back home tonight and checked in with my new best friend, Mr. Pedometer, and this is what he told me:
20,002 steps, which translates to 8.5 miles. Okay, so I didn't do it all at once, and not all of it was all that fast, but still... 8.5 miles is 13.685 kilometers. That's no small number.
Speaking of kilometers...
Last week, a friend of mine asked me if I wanted to do the Tufts Health Care 10K for Women. I hate running, and haven't been exercising all that regularly since moving to the east coast, both good reasons to say "no thanks." But somehow the invitation keeps creeping into my mind, and I'm actually considering it.
Now just to be clear, it isn't that I don't think I can walk the 10K (6.21 mi), but since my friends will be running it, I'm feeling like it would be more fun if I could keep up with them (even if I'm muttering and cursing under my breath the entire way).
So yesterday I got in my running gear and headed out, just to see what kind of shape I was in. Not being familiar with the distances between things around here, I used my handy dandy pedometer. Turns out, I walked/ran about 4 miles (6.44K).
Does this give me confidence in my ability to run a 10K in 2 weeks? No. not really.
Today, I am embarassingly sore, and acutely aware that I only ran about 1/3 of the time I was out there. But I'm thinking I might just give it a shot anyway.