Several of my buddies I have met via The Biggest Loser casting process are going to be doing a challenge for the month of August. Since I’m a follower, I’m going to join in as well. Lord help me! Anna started it with this post about 100 Miles. Move It to Lose It. Oh, doesn’t that sound like fun? No it does not. However, since the other kids are doing in, I thought I would join in as well. Because I’m a glutton for punishment and so enjoy stressing about goals. Good times.
Mr. Bernie LOVED the idea of me trying to walk 100 miles in a month. He was guessing I walk 1/4 of a mile if that every day. I walk. I walk to meet my friend, Sheri, for a cigarette. (Yes, I know I need to quit. Preaching to the choir here. But hey, I’m walking aren’t I?) I walk a block and a half to my favorite coffee shop, Rock Creek Roasters. Then I have to get a yummy something to drink. I have to walk all that way back to work, carrying a tray with my drink and Mr. Bernie’s drink. So see, I’m lifting while I’m walking. Multitasking my exercise. Go me! Because Mr. Bernie loves science, math and other boring stuff, he had it figured out how far I have to walk each day to reach 100 miles. “Gosh, Bernadette you will need to walk at least 3 miles a day!” I think I was ready to pass out at the thought. He was very good in helping me to find a pedometer to help chart my progress. It can do everything but walk for me. It counts my steps. I like that part because it seems like I have really been moving. Then when I look at the mile counter its like .7 miles or something. I think its broken. My friend, San also picked up this little gem. You can read more about it on her blog. She is calling it her new Bern ..er..Burndometer. That is one of the few things that made me smile about this whole process. I named my Seymour. Somehow things are more fun if they have names.
I will be sending my miles to the girls so they can chart them for me. I wore the stupid thing on Friday and forgot to check the miles. I got frustrated after a while. Go figure. I wore it Sat. and forgot I had it on. Sunday was a wash. So I’m starting this process about a week behind everyone else. Which means I will have to walk more than 3 miles a day to make up for lost time. I didn’t even want to ask Mr. Bernie how many more miles I have to walk.
This means if I get up to go potty in the middle of the night I will pick it up and carry it with me. I will need to walk in place at work just to make the damn thing move. I guess that means I will be moving too. I never thought of that. Oh, crap!
Seymour and I need all the luck we can get!