So. As many of you know I'm a runner (well, most of the time I am unless I do stupid things like break my leg. Right now I'm an elliptical-HGTV watcher at the YMCA and I'm pleased to report that at 11 months past my injury I am 99% recovered. Let's agree to not jump off any more chairs for a while - ok for, like, EVER - ohhkay?). For many years I have taken sick pleasure in logging my every intentional mile into either the Nike+ app on my iPhone or my Garmin GPS for longer battery-draining runs. I literally got to the point where I could not run unfettered because ... duh. If you run without tracking it does not count!
When the Fitbit came out I was not initially intrigued (I mean, dude, obviously my gadget game is strong). A friend of mine had one early on - the kind you clip to your bra strap - but it didn't really appeal to me much. More and more people started popping up with the wristband version (including my three best friends) and started talking about how many steps a person was/or was not logging. They discussed how much (and how little) sleep they were getting and since lately I've been feeling pretty dog tired I was more interested in tracking how much (and how little) I was sleeping. Actually ... that part scared me a little. Did I want to know how many times I'd been woken in the night by errant children and my bladder? Even though it was a thing I didn't really want to know about ... I kinda wanted to know. You know?
The thing that put me over the edge were the rumors going around about my friend Fiona who apparently was logging something upwards of 14K steps a day ... by all accounts an insanely active number. TOO ACTIVE, EVEN! CALM DOWN WITH ALL YOUR STEPS! THEY ONLY RECOMMEND 10K A DAY SIT DOWN YOU YOU'RE MAKING US LOOK BAD! And this was on her "around the house" days ... it's not like she was going on ten mile runs (and yes, she is pretty epic). And guys she's 5'11". She gets a lot DONE in one stride. GASP! GUFFAW! MUCH TOO ACTIVE I TELL YOU WE MUST INTERVENE! WE MUST SIT HER DOWN AND HAVE AN INTERVENTION!
Finally! I got a Fitbit for my birthday. Oh happy day!! As I put it on my arm I was like, "welp, Manda, time to be very underwhelmed by your level of fitness and lack of sleep!" But guys. I needed to know. I NEEDED TO KNOW HOW SLOTHLIKE I AM. Sigh. DEEP, DRAMATIC SIGH.
There's a new Fiona in town. Welcome to my hamsterwheel.
(Note to self: Calm the hell down before someone stages an intervention.)
(And let's not even get started on my average of 7 hours of sleep I get on uneventful nights).