To the top of the dresser it went. Another collector of dust. Until ...
A month ago I decided I would begin walking each morning. For exercise. To clear my mind. None of my go-to excuses exerted their usual power. On the first Monday in July I set out. To bad it took me a week to think about that abandoned black bracelet. So, it wasn't until the 13th that I charged the Fitbit and put it on. In the 19 days between then and the end of the month I walked 108 miles.
The best time to head out is between 6:00 and 6:15. I get to watch the light rise, to see the sun come up, to engage our neighborhood as people begin to move. It's a great time of day.
There are two pairs of shoes I alternate morning-by-morning now. I'm kind of interested in how many miles I might walk during August. I think I'm hooked.