1901!

One of my exercise goals this year is to get my pedometer to read 3,000 by the end of the year. I started out 2008 with 1,801 miles, and figured out that over the course of 12 months I will have to walk/jog 1,200 miles to hit my goal, or 100 miles per month.

My goal for January was to hit 1,901 miles by the end of this month. Tonight when I arrived at the gym I was just six miles shy of my goal. I set the treadmill for an hour-long workout while Todd was off getting tortured by his trainer. In that hour I managed to put on 5.62 miles, just .38 shy of my goal. Todd decided he wanted to walk on the treadmill for a bit after his torture, um, training session. So I managed to put on the last .38 to get to 1901.

Behold the mighty pedometer. This is the thing that makes me want to run, so I can rack up the miles and hit my goal:
When Todd and I were on the treadmills at the end of the night, we were watching the little TV screens on our respective treadmills. When he wasn't looking I reached over and changed his TV to the Spanish channel.

He looked back up at the TV and said "What the hell is going on here? Why is it on the Spanish channel?" He turned it back to what he was watching. Then when he turned to look at the clock, I reached over and changed it again.

He looked at the Spanish captions and said again "What is going on with this thing? Why does it keep switching to the Spanish channel?"

I switched it again and he said "OK, I think we need to trade machines, this thing is driving me crazy." I did it one or two more times before I couldn't stand it anymore and started cracking up and he realized I was messing with his TV.

Then I finished my workout, and went to get the a bottle of disinfectant and paper towels. I casually reached over and switched his TV back to the Spanish channel again just before I stepped off my machine.

When I got back to his treadmill he was laughing and said "OK, that was not cool."