Category: Exercise

Once I got back into the routine of walking a daily 5k, it quickly became apparent that my athletic shoes were well past their prime. For one thing, they squeaked every time I took a step. I couldn't remember if that had always been the case or not, but it was definitely annoying. They were also developing a hole in the mesh on one side. When I thought about it, I realized they were at least three or four years old.

I knew I was going to need help finding a better shoe for walking and running, so I asked my Twitter followers to recommend a store that actually helps with fittings. The majority suggested Garry Gribble's Running Sports and a couple of people specifically recommended a particular location.

Yesterday I managed to combine the errands of transporting cats for my animal rescue group with visiting the top-recommended store in the same shopping center. 

I walked in and actually had to wait a couple of minutes because business was booming. When it was my turn, the sales rep asked me to take off my shoes, roll up my pantlegs to mid-calf, and walk back and forth. Then he measured my feet with a good, old-fashioned Brannock Device and went to the stockroom to pick out some styles for me to try.

While I waited, I looked at the sole of my old shoes. My right shoe was worn so badly on the upper right that the sole was crumbling. When the salesman saw the wear pattern, he said, "I wouldn't have guessed that from the way you walk. I'm going to get you different shoes," whereupon he returned to the stockroom with his initial picks and came back with a different stack of options.

I tried on each pair, doing right/left comparisons between brands/styles. The second pair I tried seemed to be perfect, and that initial impression was borne out to the end. I bought them (they were even on sale!) and wore them out of the store, noticing the whole way home how much more comfortable they were than the shoes I'd had on earlier.

This morning I wore them on my walk and it made such a difference to have properly fitted shoes! For one thing, they're D width, which is considerably wider than any shoes I've purchased before. They're very lightweight and they fit snugly with no rubbing or constriction. I've been adding more jogging into my walks and they made today's jogged blocks much easier.

I kept my old shoes because I may wear them for the Color Run even though they're shot. Otherwise, I'm looking forward to having my wonderful new shoes for other upcoming events and daily walks. At least until they've reached the 300 to 500 miles or three to six months they're expected to last. Yes, I'm learning.

After months of inactivity, I've finally gotten back to exercising daily. It was a long haul, especially since I had legitimate reasons for stopping initially (bronchitis…twice, followed by hurting my back). I needed something to motivate me and I got my hint when I suddenly started seeing Nike+ Fuelbands all over the place.

As a notorious early adopter of technology, I couldn't resist getting one. It's really easy to set up with your height, weight and age and then it tracks the number of "steps" you take (you wear it on your wrist, so the accelerometer really only knows when you've moved your arm), estimates the number of calories you've burned, and assigns "fuel" points by some mysterious system that's designed to give all their users equivalent scores for the amount they've moved around during the day.

I don't know how accurate any of the tracking is, but the important thing for me is to be able to compare one day to another and have an incentive to take my 5k walk every morning. It does show you a graph of your entire day and it's easy to see that the spikes are all at times when I was legitimately doing more exercise (morning walk, walk to lunch, evening dog walk, etc.).

My first day with it was last Saturday and I initially set a goal of 2,000 fuel points, which I more than doubled by the end of the day. I bumped my goal to 3,500 and I've managed to exceed it each day since.

Of course, there's no way I could make that goal without walking the 3.2+ miles each morning, so that's my big incentive to roll out of bed at 6:00 a.m. and hit the sidewalks. It's like playing a fitness game with myself.

The other beneficiary of this renewed program is Toby. The poor little guy had to have been getting so bored being inside almost all the time. He gets so excited about each morning's walk that he literally prances out the door with his tail wagging. For the last couple of days he hasn't even wanted to eat his breakfast before the walk because he's too eager to get going.

The first few walks wore him out and he would sprawl onto the couch and pass out almost immediately after we got home. Now they're amping him up, so that he's eager to spend the rest of the morning playing with Dr. Jones, his squeaky toys and me. Unfortunately, I'm busy getting ready for work at that time, but the cat and the squeaky toys will do.

I was pretty worn out by the first few walks myself, but now that I've made it to day six, I feel like I've hit my stride again (no pun intended). In fact, I may start altering my route a bit just to keep it interesting because seven days a week of the same route, even if I alternate directions, can get a little tiresome.

I'm also considering adding in some jogging and seeing if I can work my way up to at least 50/50 on walking and jogging. I have the Color Run coming up at the beginning of July, and anything that will keep me out in the heat for less time will be a good thing!

I didn't get enough sleep last night. I was out late at a book club meeting (we discussed The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, which was fascinating), and I didn't get home until after 11 p.m. A noisy thunderstorm and I made it to my house at the same time, and the lightning strikes were so close that they rattled my bedroom windows as I was trying to fall asleep.

On days I'm going walking, I wake up around 5:25 a.m. and today was no exception. The first thing I did when I got out of bed was text my walking buddy, A Librarian, to say, "Ugh. Can't do it today. Just too tired."

Then I went to lie down again.

Of course, I couldn't just fall back asleep until she'd texted me back with a confirmation, so I got back up to check the phone.

Nothing.

I lay back down for a couple of minutes, but the hideous exhaustion I'd felt earlier was quickly dissipating. The idea of taking my morning walk didn't sound so insurmountable anymore.

I got up again, started gathering my workout clothes and shoes, and texted, "Nevermind. I woke up enough to rescind my bailout. Let's walk!"

At 6:01, she pulled up at the foot of the driveway and we set off on our walk. It turned out that her voicemail box was full and she hadn't actually gotten my messages anyway. It's a good thing I got up or she'd have been knocking on my door while I was pajama-clad and snoozing.

As it turned out, I felt quite energetic on the walk. It's getting easier and easier to walk the 3.4 mile route, especially since we've started walking three times a week.

So the point of my story is that having a workout partner is invaluable. Sometimes they can get you off your lazy butt without even having to talk to you.