While away for work I was sure to work every day on getting my steps. Monday night it was storming and I was 1500 short so I walked in place in my hotel room until I got my 10,000 steps and then did some crunches before bed. Tuesday I did one of my afternoon conference calls from the treadmill in the hotel gym. I walked to and from dinner. I walked around the building on breaks. And then, IT happened. My fitbit battery died! Yes, it died and I forgot to pack my charger with me. Oh the horror, right? It died at 9371 steps for the day. So even though I know I got well over 10,000 steps yesterday, it will not show it in my app or on the leader board. And today will be a big fat zero. Yes, I'm obsessed with my fitbit. And yes, there are worse obsessions I could have. I will make sure not to travel without packing my charger again, that's for sure. And hopefully next time I travel, I won't feel like I'm battling pneumonia.
As I sit here in the airport, I don't have anxiety about boarding the plane to go home. I know the seat belt will fit fine. And my body will be comfortable in the seat. I can't wait to get home and back to my routine, work, workouts, preparing my own food, walking with my friends and sleeping in my own bed. Is it heaven? No, it's Iowa. And there's no place like home.