Apparently yesterday was supposed to be the coolest day over the next two weeks. I am so down with that. Especially if it means that I get to finish off more days on the dock.
Losing My Fitbit
Once I got home from the beach, I checked my fitbit, and my steps for the day were on the low end. After some trash talking from my friends who also just bought fitbits, I decided that I needed to get some more walking in. So I headed to the track at the end of my street for some power walking.
When I got to the track, I decided that I should figure out how many steps it was all the way around. That way I would know how many laps I need to do to hit my 10,000 steps. Once I had that figured out, I guess I didn't reattach the fitbit to my bra properly: it fell off.
At least I knew that it had to have fallen off on the track. It was both a blessing and a curse that I checked my track steps. On the one hand, I knew the fitbit was 100% on the track, so my search could be much more focused. But if I hadn't checked it in the first place, I probably wouldn't have lost it.
Since I didn't start my track walking until after 10pm, it was already dark when I started walking. Frantically I walked the track at least four more times with my eyes glued to the ground. I rallied the other track walkers into helping me look for it to no avail.
My fitbit was gone.
Losing my fitbit sent me into a downward spiral. I knew that I couldn't live without my fitbit. But I didn't want to have to tell anyone that I lost it either. I would have to buy a new one and hope that I could seamlessly link the accounts. I couldn't let all of my trash talking from earlier go to waste!
The irony is, I'm sure I hit at least 10,000 steps looking for the darn thing.
After about four laps, I finally gave up hope. I had a just in cast Five Dollars on me, so I walked down to Safeway to buy something I shouldn't have.
I'm not sure if I was doing it to make myself feel better or to punish myself. A bit of both I suppose. I ended up buying two donuts and a four pack of mini brownies. Thankfully I didn't have any more money on me.
I was extremely embarrassed when I got to the cashier and realized that it was an acquaintance/friend of mine. It's hard enough going through a stranger cashier when I am in binge mode: it's a million times worse when it is someone you know. But I really wanted those damn donuts.
I ate the two donuts on the walk back to my apartment. They were awful and amazing at the same time. I didn't end up eating the brownies. Instead when I got home I threw them to the top of one of my cabinets that I can't reach.
5:00 AM came far too quickly this morning. But I wanted to get back to the track as soon as I possibly could. I wanted to make sure I was there before the hard core runners got out there.
The whole time I was walking towards the track I kept repeating to myself "I am going to find it," over and over again. And I did. It was about halfway around the track, right in the middle of the lane. I'm actually surprised I missed it last night.
Waking up at 5:00 AM wasn't all that bad. Of course it was nice to get to crawl back into my bed for another couple of hours. But I could see myself waking up earlier and getting my walk on. It's opened up a new world for me: morning exercise. Something I've only ever heard of and never experienced. I always that it was an urban legend or a fairy tale.
Have you ever found anything that you thought was lost forever?
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