I began my "morning walks" on July 5, 2016, a few days into my retirement. I walked throughout the neighborhood until mid-December when I became concerned about safety while walking on potentially snow-packed and hazardous sidewalks and streets. I then purchased a membership at the local park district recreation center.
I mostly walked the track for about an hour. I saw a sign that said 10 laps equals a mile so I attempted to count my laps. I primarily counted on my fingers. One of the morning walkers saw that I was using my fingers to keep track of my laps, and she gave me one of her extra lap counters, a clicker. I was grateful for that and used it faithfully. I still walked for about an hour, and that equaled roughly 26-27 laps. I keep a log of my time, and I usually just wrote in 60.
Sometime around June 2018 it occurred to me that I could use my Fitbit to monitor my time. Around about then I increased my laps to 30 which measures 3 miles. I was now recording a slightly more accurate time that generally ranged in the low to mid 70 minutes.
A couple weeks ago I noticed that my Fitbit data was a little bit higher than usual for my 30 laps: time, steps, and distance were all somewhat more than usual. I just thought maybe I'd forgotten to click the counter and that I may have walked an extra lap or two. That happened a second day, and on the third day, as I neared the end of my walking time, I saw that the clicker recorded lap 28 three times. For the next couple days I viewed the clicker from time to time, and it became clear that it was not advancing correctly ... it was broken.
I left the clicker at home and used time on the clock and Fitbit steps to gauge my laps. I also counted on my fingers again.
I purchased a new counter, and I'm back in business: 30 laps, 70-75 minutes, of morning walking.
John decided that our only remaining tree needs to come down. He said it is pretty well rotten. I guess he knows, but it seems o.k. to me. It shades the west side of the house.
I hadn't known how much I value and respect trees. They can be a nuisance when they drop their leaves, and when twigs and branches fall off. And, of course, it's a major headache if they're blown down. (Like our crabapple tree 3 or 4 years ago.) But they are a pleasant haven from the hot sun. And when strategically located, can help to block direct sunlight through the windows. Plus, I really love the colors of vivid green leaves against a bright blue sky. Patrick's 2nd summer, before he could walk, I used to sit with him in the shade of this tree and the crabapple, too. He'd either be on a blanket or in his stroller watching the activity around him, and I would sit on a lawn chair and read a book. It is a sweet memory. Maybe someday we'll get organized enough to replace the trees that once shaded our property.