When walking or running with kids (for some distance) I find it to be more pleasant if they have something to focus on. Last weekend Chatterbox and Hugs counted pumpkins and ghosts seen along our walk. Chatterbox gets really bored really fast on our walks longer than a mile. Counting helps him make it through the walk and keeps the mood light and fun. It also served as a great distraction when he realized he needed to go to the bathroom and we were two miles from the car.
What to do when there aren’t any Holiday decorations out? We have sang the alphabet song, counted to one hundred, practiced counting by 5’s and 10’s, counted dogs, and counted flags. Usually something will my catch my eye from someone’s yard and that’s what we wind up counting.
Our totals from last weekend:
Pumpkins – 74
Ghosts – 46
A few years back I came across the Fitbook. A cute small notebook used to track twelve weeks worth of exercising and eating. I absolutely love it. Writing down our goals and keeping track of our progress helps make your goals real and achievable. You build motivation in too. Each week, when you meet your goal you earn the reward you chose for yourself. It’s a great idea…if I run every day this week and stay below 1800 calories per day I’ll reward myself with a new running outfit. Sounds great on paper but is a booger to our budget so I never worry about the rewards anymore. 95% of our meals are prepared at home so figuring out a calorie count each day can also be speculative.
Last year it came to the point where I needed more space to record my workouts and less of some other sections, so I created my slimmed-down version, full page size, that covers only six weeks at a time. If you can’t afford the Fitbook every twelve weeks, create a template that works for you and start recording what you do. Don’t let money stand in the way of meeting a goal.
A while back I wrote about a selfish fellow runner whose locker, #5, was beside mine. I haven’t seen the runner in several months and finally tracked down the information I speculated.
She retired and my fellow locker room users couldn’t be happier. Apparently we were all suffering in silence.