Left, Right, Left, Right…

I’ve been walking to work for a while.

It was sort of a decision that made itself.

I hated traffic. I hated driving. I hated parking.

And working in the heart of downtown meant one thing—traffic, driving and parking under road rage (get the f**k out of my way) conditions.

So walking it was.

I never knew how much I walked until today.

I happily strapped a pedometer (Thanks, bro!) onto my waistband today. Finally, I thought, I would know the exact number of steps I took to work! I would be able to justify the walk! Tell everyone I know how healthy I am!

The answer?

3,335 steps. From front door to office.

I don’t know about you, but that felt wrong. Unless I walked like a shuffling old woman with five steps every meter, there was no way I took that many steps. Or did I?

I always thought it was a relatively easy walk. But that number just confused me. Does that now mean I can consume an extra 3,335 calories?

Pink Vanilla Frosted Cupcake: Here I come.