A Mile A Day: Day 8

If you are wondering how I could possibly say anything new about  walking nearly the same mile for 30 days, I assure you, you’re not alone. I’m actually wondering that myself.

The frost was still on the grass this morning so that’s something. There was slightly more traffic. There were certainly more stubborn stops by my territory-marking pack dog pretending to be alpha. But mostly, it was the same walk. I even tried studying the trees in the different lighting to glean some new information to share. And guess what? Nada.

The truth is, I started this journey with two goals in mind that have nothing to do with how many steps I’ve set out to take and it’s those goals that I’m really documenting underneath the foliage.

Goal 1: Finish a project

My dear friend said something the other day that resonated with my so clearly she didn’t even have to finish her sentence. She said to me, “I am really good at starting things”

What she meant, of course, is that she’s really bad at finishing them.

I am so guilty of this!

Part of this challenge is proving to myself that I can commit. A mile a day is a small personal goal when you consider all of the FitBit crazies racking up in 1 day what I’m attempting to get in a business week – but it does require me to show up every day. To plan for success, anticipate and ignore the excuses. And I have a lot of excuses.

If I didn’t write about it, I’d only have myself to hold me accountable. And I’m a shoddy accountability partner. Just ask my former workout partner. Or the workout partner before her.

Goal 2: Rediscover my voice

It’s been ages since I’ve consistently written and I think I’ve lost my authentic voice. What a weird thing to lose! I’ve been listening to The Little Mermaid “Poor Unfortunate Souls” for inspiration on writing this section if that’s any indication of what I’m talking about.

I suppose the wrap-up of Mile 8 then is this:

If you’re reading along and wondering if I am going to post one more snore-worthy post about mileage, I am. Twenty two more, to be exact. If you’re reading along wondering why some days it feels like we’re best friends and some days we’re on different pages, bear with me. By the end of this challenge, I may perhaps have a lot more than 30 miles to show.

A Mile A Day

If you regularly win your FitBit group challenges, you need to leave. Seriously, I want to get to know you better but this post is not the post. This is not our day.

If, however,  you are consistently in last place and feel like your friends really only invite you so they can feel like demigods in their challenges? Keep reading. We’re basically best friends and should form our own less-than-mediocre challenges; I’m 100% okay with alternating trophies.

I’m the group FitBit loser. I did beat out my friends once on a weekend challenge while volunteering at a high school retreat. While everyone else was enjoying a small group session indoors, my girls and I were on a nature walk to get closer with God (and the weekend step victory). My girls and I did end up having some pretty great talks but even with the 30-60 minute head start, it came down to a sprint off to midnight. I ended up winning by a step or two and the bragging rights were almost worth not being able to walk the next day.

So, no, my personal goals are no where near 10,000 steps. And it kills the former athlete in me to admit that. You really wouldn’t be able to recognize her anyway though so I’m too worried about it. She ate Wendy’s before basketball games, for heaven’s sake. She was NOT that cool.

I’m more of a 2,000 steps / day challenger. And I’m hoping to keep it up for a solid 30 day streak. I’m turning 30 this month so I figured it was a good a time as any to kick off a series of 30 challenges for myself!

Let the year of 30 begin!

Tomorrow …just kidding

I was really tempted to blow it off (there are 31 days in May, after all) but Freddy encouraged me to go and he got the whole family prepped to do it with me! He even waited at the end of the driveway until I could get the mapmyrun app downloaded. Running with a 3 year old laughing the whole way? It’s the BEST! And it surprisingly did not feel that long.


I’m going to go ice my knees now.