This week I wrote a post for the Easter Seals blog reporting my progress using a talking pedometer for their “Walk the Extra Mile” challenge. In that post I quoted from a post on the New York Times Well blog that said one mile of walking covers about 2,000 steps, and Americans, on average, take 5,117 steps a day. After reading those statistics, I knew Whitney and I were well on our way to prove my theory: blind people who use guide dogs — especially those of us who live in big cities — really do walk more than the average person does.
In a previous post I’d written for the Easter Seals blog about this challenge thing at work, I explained that when you live in a city you can’t simply open a sliding glass patio door to let your guide dog out. When Whitney needs to “empty,” I take her down the street, around the corner and to her favorite tree. That’s 1,000 steps per trip, and that trip takes place at least four times a day. The first two weeks of our experiment included one week of 100-degree temperatures in Chicago. We stayed inside with our air conditioner on more than usual, but hey, a girls gotta go. Even in that hot weather Whitney and I averaged 9,871 steps a day. My steps per day increased when temperatures cooled down the next week.
Just when I’d started planning which new equipment Whitney and I would try out when we won the Go The Extra Mile challenge grand prize (a free six-month fitness club membership), I pressed the button to hear the number of steps I’d taken so far that day, and … nothing. My talking pedometer stopped talking. I shook the thing and pressed the button. Nothing. I turned it upside-down and rightside-up again. Nothing. I stuck it in a bag of rice for a day. Nothing.
And so, what happened with the challenge? Well, human resources offered to buy me a new talking pedometer, but I told them not to bother. I have a new theory now: blind people who use guide dogs — especially those of us who live in big cities — walk so many steps that a talking pedometer can’t keep up with us.
I think Whitney broke the pedometer. She didn’t want to do “extra” walking and working to win a dumb contest. If the challenge prize had included extra kibble, you’d still have a working pedometer!
Busted.
Did you really put it in a bag of rice?
I sure did! That’s what you do when you drop your cell phone in the pool (or, more likely, a toilet!) and it won’t work, right? I figured in all the 100 º heat maybe my pedometer had gotten drenched in sweat…
Mine broke too…and it doesn’t even talk. Chicago is too big for a pedometer.
I think you’ve just written the city’s new motto.
“Chicago: Too big for a pedometer.”
They should hire you at Mayor Emmanuel’s office.
Love this! Thanks for making me smile. Chicago: Too big for a pedometer. We’ll walk your (white) socks off.
Now it won’t just be Mayor Emmanuel begging you to work for him, you’ll have the *first place(* (okay, we’re just tied, but still…) White Sox knocking on your door offering a job, too.
Nice work, Kim!
Sorry to hear this about the pedometer. I would have liked to know the total number of tens of thousands of steps.
When we first got the pedometers for work and I saw how much my sighted-self walked too and from the train everyday, I couldn’t believe how easy it was to make the 7000-step-per-day goal.
And then the heat hit…and the weekend. Wow, I barely made 3000 steps on a lazy Saturday. Way to go Whitney for keeping Beth on her feel!
I think you meant “feet” there, but I like thinking that Whitney keeps me on my “feel,” too!
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