STEP IT UP, LADIES

One of the best things about living in NYC is that it’s a walking city. Back in the day, all I needed was my sleek Streetwise and my clunky Discman, and I was good to go. Somewhere along the pre-Google way, I acquired the cool knowledge that a mile was about 20 blocks. (Most likely from a friend in a coffee shop that I walked to…) I knew that the stretch from 1st to 2nd was longer than Lex to 3rd , but I really didn’t think about it much. My footsteps were a simple means to an end.

But now, every step I take feels like a move in an ongoing competition -- with myself. Often, the tenor of my day isn’t predicated on where I’ve been, as much as it is on how many times my foot has struck the pavement while getting there. You see, I am obsessed with my steps. In fact, if you ask me how I am, I might just send you a quick screenshot of my Steps app. You’re an intelligent person; you can figure out the rest. (And, like, I really need to get going…)

But, in case you need an index:

Under 100 steps Migraine.

300-500 steps I’m fine. I just had my booster.

1,000 steps So tired! Spent all day purging the apartment.

1,500 steps Meh. I shouldn’t have had a third glass.

2,000 steps Double spin and catching up on paperwork!

3,000 steps I’m fine but I went DEEP on Insta last night.

4,000 steps Day from hell! Dropped my phone in the toilet at Nectar!

4,000 steps I’m so NOT fine. I spent 6 hours at the Apple store!

6,000 steps This has to be wrong. I have literally been going all day.

7,000 steps Busy, busy!! On block patrol.

9,000 steps Soooo crazed! No help this week and my kids are over-scheduled!