My husband got a pedometer from work.
He joined a voluntary health program at work. They were issued with pedometers and they had to walk at least 10,000 steps a day. They log the number of steps they make each day. After logging in, I don't know what they do with it.
Anyway, my husband has had the pedometer for a week. During that week, he hasn't logged anything more than 8,000 steps. So yesterday, my lazy a$$ was dragged into the mall so we can walk the 10,000 steps. Walking in the mall can make a woman's heart palpitate. Imagine all the possibilities. All the shoes, all the bags, all the clothes.
So what did I get out of walking 10,000 steps?
Not shoes. Not bags. Not clothes.
I got my own pedometer.
DA GANDA blogged @ 7/02/2006 03:50:00 PM