LOGGING MILES – • FAT-FREE CHEF™ •

Shar Walking Log – Aug. thru Oct. 2017

I decided not to document number of floors climbed until I get serious about doing them – which I eventually will. On the iphone the floor recordings are not that accurate. I can climb a small hill up to my building and it sometimes records the steps as floors. Either way, I’m not doing enough climbing. My walking muscles are good – they should be after decades of long distance walking. It’s the skeletal structure that’s bad (well, not so good). I still, however, prefer to actually climb the steps than do the STAIRMASTER at the club. Due to the ease with which my quadriceps cramp up, I don’t last long on a master nor when using the resistance machines. Natural, for now is best for me. When I master the natural steps, hopefully I’ll head on out to the gym to do some serious leg work.

Leading up to doing the natural stair climbing, I found that one of my balance exercises targets those quads: marching in place. I started off high, then realized I could get the same effect lasting longer, not starting out with knees raised so high to the chest. Forward, backward, in circles in all directions. The key is with so many different exercises targeting different body parts, I need to organize them, so I get the best benefit. It’s too easy to, for example, let the marching slide, when I’m focusing on some new exercise to add to my regimen.

Rather than take so much time typing each reading in, I’ll just tally them up and divide by the days.

AUGUST 2017

I walked 47.48 miles in 31 days = 1.53 miles /day = 1.82 marathons

SEPTEMBER 2017

I walked 38.59 miles in 3o days = 1.28 miles /day = 1.48 marathons

OCTOBER 2017

I walked 36.55 miles in 31 days = 1.18 miles/day = 1.40 marathons

At least I’m walking. I do forget the phone now and then, sometimes when I walk the furthest, but as you can see I’m not all that motivated to record nor to walk long distances since my concussion, which happened in July.

I might start walking in the building now that winter is upon us here in Cleveland. However, with all the drug running, prostitution, human trafficking going on in the building, it’s probably wise not to walk on other people’s floors. It’s too bad, but that’s the reality of where I live.

Logging Steps Or Miles – June 2017

Steve’s been logging his steps and miles via his cell phone for months. I have the same capability, but because I don’t have pockets to carry my phone around while I walk I don’t log the miles in.

I’m changing that. I found one pair of leggin’ pants that has a back pocket, so am now logging my steps and miles. I’m doing it around the house too. Only problem right now is that when my phone rings I look frantically about for it, while it’s setting right in my pocket on me. I’ll get used to it.

Steve logs a lot of miles. I’m going to log more without telling him I’m competing and see if I can at least match what he walks everyday. Mostly everyday.

Years ago after getting beat down by a guy on a skateboard in front of my apartment building after the George Zimmerman verdict, I stopped walking so much. I suffered a big injury that never completely healed the right way and still suffer the pain from it.

He knew who I was. He knocked on my door a couple of weeks later to see if I was still alive I guess. Never said a word. Never looked up at me. Kept looking down at his cell phone. I told him he had the wrong apartment. There was something familiar about him. As he walked away I asked him a question. He answered without turning around. The second he started talking I recognized his voice as the one who attacked me full force on his skate board, almost throwing me into the street.

When I stopped walking so much, that’s when I noticed the weight gain most prominently. But you have to walk a lot to keep it off. That was easy for me, since we don’t have a car and we walk to places we need to go. After that attack I started taking the bus, or most often just had Steve do the running around for me. For a long time I didn’t go out. One winter I might have gone out three times by myself.

That’s what terror does. And nobody cares if it’s a white woman who gets hit. She deserves it. Pay back for slavery that she didn’t commit. Then help us they say and we won’t keep knocking you to the ground.

No thanks. I don’t help terrorists.

It’s time I got that guy back who used his skateboard as a weapon to assault me – by walking by myself again – walking as far and as long as my body wants to walk, not dictated by some degenerate using a skateboard as his weapon of choice to assault old white women.

06-11-17 4.50 mi.

06-12-17 1.40 mi.

06-13-17 1.60 mi.

06-14-17 0.76 mi

06-15-17 0.51 mi.

06-16-17 1.10 mi.

06-17-17 1.80 mi.

06-18-17 0.48 mi.

06-19-17 2.30 mi. 1 floor

06-20-17 0.88 mi. 1 floor

06-21-17 0.53 mi. 1 floor

06-22-17 1.60 mi.