Dear step counter/fitness tracker:
We had a deal.
Every day I am supposed to drag my sorry carcass out for exercise. You are supposed to whistle, beep, and send me shiny icons and provide motivation to continue doing that.
Most of all though, you are supposed to count.
Imagine my surprise when I looked and saw that it took me exactly zero steps to run one and a half miles today.
I know I could look back at one of the past days and see how many steps it took for me to do that, but there is a principle at stake. If I’m motivated enough to do the running, the least you can do is hold up your end of the bargain.
After all, who wants a fitness tracker that is lazier than they are?
Perhaps I have found a new job skill to compliment the “chicken physical therapist” line previously placed on my resume.
This one will be….”fitness tracker shaming”.
I believe I have started an entirely new industry. I like the sound of that.