But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1,000 miles
to fall down at your door.
Proclaimers – “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)”
Back when I was in high school, I remember going to the dollar theater with several friends to see Benny and Joon. Because Johnny Depp. Until I Googled the movie a moment ago, however, I couldn’t recall what the movie was about. Heck, I thought Depp was one of the title characters. (He’s not.)
What I remember most about the movie was the Proclaimers song that I quoted above. That song has been in my head lately as I go walking. I’ll find myself stepping to the beat and imagining myself racking up mile after mile.
Steps have been on my mind since I found myself a pedometer and started wearing it. Like many of the techniques I’m using to lose weight, I’ve tried it before with success. A pedometer motivated me to do a three-day sixty-mile walk. I was in the best shape of my life at the time but then I got out of the walking habit. I lost that pedometer and didn’t bother to replace it.
I first wore my latest pedometer on a Saturday. I was quite proud of how quickly I racked up the steps. This is easy, I thought. Why did I stop? Philip literally keeps me on my toes. I move from one end of the house to the other making sure he is not in the middle of destroying something. In addition, I walked the dog, ran errands, cleaned the house and took Philip outside to play. Sunday was a repeat and I easily clocked over 10,000 steps each of those first two days.
And then I went to work.
I checked the pedometer at lunch time and was shocked to see I had walked less than 2,000 steps. That morning I had been in a hurry and didn’t take the dog on as long a walk. I sat at my desk and dove into my pile of Monday tasks. I had only been up to fill my water bottle and take restroom breaks. How can I possibly get to 10k by bedtime? I asked myself.
I didn’t. I didn’t even get to 5,000 steps.
Rather than get discouraged, I lowered my goal. I suppose that sounds like a cop-out, but I knew I needed to tackle this in smaller, more manageable increments. I made it my goal to walk 5,000 each day. I managed that for the rest of the week before adding 500 more steps per day the next week.
Except for when I was sick last weekend, I’ve been hitting my goals. If that means I have to stand beside the couch and walk in place while watching TV or reading a book, that’s what I’m doing. Thanks to the pedometer, I realized how little I moved during the work day. I admitted I had no reason to be physically tired after work. Knowing that made sitting in the recliner to “relax” less appealing.
And as I walk, I think about that song. I’ve been thinking how the song’s about a grand romantic gesture: “just to be the man who walked 1,000 miles/to fall down at your door.” It’s a lovely thought, but I’m having none of it. I’m not going to walk 500 miles for my husband or my son or anyone else. I’m doing this for me. Each step is a step for me. Each mile I log is a love song to myself. Each step says, “you are worthy of good health.” Each mile says “you deserve to be in shape.”
Plus, if I keep this up, “I’m gonna be” in such good shape. I’ll never have to worry about falling down at anyone’s door.
Do you use a pedometer? What are some of your favorite tunes to accompany your walks? It’s Musical March, so I’d love to hear your suggestions in the comments.