With all of that said, I hit the street at 6:33am today. Not only did I walk, but I did my mile in record time for me ... 25-minutes. I found a new function on my Fitbit Blaze Mother bought for me. In the running program it syncs with my iPhone GPS to chronicle my walking time, my mileage, heart rate, stride length, and - the coolest function - it traces my route on a map within the app on my phone. My watch and its capabilities were the talk of the day at the tea Mother and I hosted. Each of the ladies, all friends of my mother, was impressed with the watch and the way it "talked" to the cell phone. They thought the watch was unbelievable and that I was a computer and technology wiz. I didn't let them in on the secret that I don't know half of what this watch can do, and it was just luck that I figured out this GPS mapping function. I even wear the Fitbit to bed because it gives me all sorts of details about my sleep. I suppose it's a good thing there is no man in my bed, because I don't even want to think what this piece of wearable technology would track.
But I digress ... back to my walk. It was a brisk fall morning, by South Louisiana temperatures, with bursts of wind in my face for most of my walk. I got to say "good morning" to neighbors leaving for work, to others walking their dogs or retrieving the morning paper, and to the busy trash and recycling collectors. The morning has a unique look to the sky and the light from the sun. I really enjoyed walking at this time of day which usually finds me cuddled up to my memory foam pillows in my memory foam bed. While enjoyable, this will not become a regular occurrence. I only changed my schedule because my friendly neighborhood weather woman said it was going to storm tonight, which it did not. And only because I know this meteorologist will I heed her pronouncement of severe storms tomorrow night, and again hit the road at the most unpleasant time of 6am. And since that is only 4.5 hours from now, I'm going to stop writing and start sleeping.
BTW ... my new walking shoes are scheduled to arrive tomorrow. Let's please hope and pray that this pair is the pair that pairs well with my pair of feet. (please forgive the previous sentence ... I've been awake far too long.
So, it’s one foot in front of the other to the finish line!
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