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My job has started this new "walking club." (HAHAHAHA.) We get free fancy pedometers if we commit to walking 10,000 steps every day. I started wearing the thing on Monday, July 14th. I have only reached 10,000 steps on one of those days. Oh, well.
Today, I came up with a brilliant plan to get in more steps. Instead of taking the elevator, I'd use the stairs! So, I walked up from 18 to 21. Then, I had a package to drop off in the parking garage, so I decided to walk from 21 down to the lobby level. Then I'd take the elevator back to 18.
It was a swell. Knowing I was going to be in the elevator soon, I decided to RUN down those 21 flights instead of merely walking. I got dizzy from running all circular, and I was prepared to Tweet/Twitter/whatever about my dizziness when I got back to my desk. But then I reached the bottom of the last staircase and saw a sign on the door that said, "Emergency Exit Only. Alarm will sound."
Uh. Not good. I headed back up and tried the door on the fifth floor.
It was locked.
I tried the door on the sixth floor.
It, too, was locked.
I kept walking, walking, walking. Up, up, up. Every door I tried was locked. It wasn't until I reached 18 that I was able to use my access card deal to let myself in.
So, let's sum up my adventure: I ran down 21 flights of stairs. Then I panted my way back up 18 floors. I had sweat on my back, sweat in my shoes, sweat on my forehead. For all that effort, sweat, and exhaustion, I am ending the day with only 6300-ish steps. WTF.
(I wonder, does the thing record things properly if you just stick it in your pocket? I usually wear it clipped to my pants, but today I did not. And I left my instruction booklet at work, so I'm now wondering if pocket-wearing is ineffective?)
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