SOL March 24: Steps

 

I try to walk every day, outside if possible, inside following a 2-mile walk video if it’s wet or too cold. I used to think that 10,000 steps a day was the goal, until I read that there’s no science behind that number, 5,000 is sufficient, and more than that is even better.

            Today, I walked outside only twice, on errands, and I still managed to get to 7,000 steps.

            First errand, an appointment for a CT scan (just checking up on something that may be, but probably isn’t, a problem). It was at my local hospital, just a few blocks away, but maybe even a block or two of walking once I was inside the hospital, walking down long corridors. After the CT scan, I went to the bone density office; I was supposed to have had that scan last year, but of course, Covid. There, I heard that the machine was down, and I don’t even have to make an appointment: it’s walk-in, three days a week. I’ll be back.

            I walked home for lunch.

            Mid-afternoon, I walked up to a stationery store to get passport photos. I’m not planning any international travel even this year, but my passport expires next month, so I’d better get it renewed when I am not in a hurry for it.

            I walked home.

            I might have gotten to 10,000 steps if it hadn’t started to rain, and my plan to meet a friend out in the park to give her a couple of books was canceled. I’ll do better tomorrow.

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I’m participating in the 14th annual Slice of Life Challenge over at Two Writing Teachers. This is day 24 of the 31-day challenge.  It’s not too late to make space for daily writing in a community that is encouraging, enthusiastic, and eager to read what you have to slice about.  Join in!

 

SOLSC Day 21: Busy

I don’t know what to write my Slice about today, since there’s been so much. So I’ll just make a list.

1. I went to my first bereavement group this morning. There were four of us bereaved and two social workers, two who’ve lost husbands, one who’s lost a wife, and one who’s lost her mother. I’m not the worst-off person emotionally — I almost feel lucky. Is that okay?
2. I walked down Broadway from 32nd Street to 18th Street and to Taste of Persia, delicious Persian stews from a corner of a pizza parlor. Taste of Persia started as a food truck, but was so popular that it moved into this permanent space. I had a delicious stew of okra and other vegetables.
3. Back home, I made several phone calls involving financial matters. I also got a phone call from my doctor after my annual checkup; she said my bad cholesterol was bad enough that I should start taking statins, and I also have to add a lot more vitamin D to my supplements.
4. In the evening I went to a “Conversationson Race and Other Diversities with Johnnetta Betsch Cole” at the CUNY Graduate Center. The participants included academics, the host of a public radio show Micropolis, and a former NFL player-turned-activist against sexism and homophobia. They managed to discuss intersectionality in plain English.
5. I walked over to Broadway and up to 42nd Street from 34th Street, and got in my 10,000 steps for the day.