When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.
Monday, June 8, 2015
Step. Step. Step....
How many steps would you think an eleven year old boy would rack up in a fourteen hour day of activity? Ten thousand? Fifteen, maybe, if he was a particularly busy child? I will tell you, quite seriously, that Will has more than once surpassed 24 000 steps in a day. This does not include any time that he has spent biking, or scootering, or swimming, because the tracker doesn't keep track of those activities. And this time of year, he spends a lot of time doing all three of those things, too. I'm still trying to figure out how he manages that level of exertion on the nine and a half hours of sleep the fitness tracker says he gets at night, or on the seemingly small amount of food he consumes in a day. The numbers just don't add up.
Will loves his new fitness tracker because it provides him with the kind of detailed information he's always fascinated to know. I love his new fitness tracker because it proves beyond a doubt what I've been saying for years and years: there is just no keeping up with this boy.