I didn't walk as much as I anticipated while I was there. And with today being my last day, I don't think I'll make my average 6000 step goal. I'm close with, as of last night, my average being over 5700. But, I'd have to get nearly 10,000 steps today. It could happen, but I doubt it.
65MD and I met at school and walked Monday and Tuesday. We knew we wouldn't be able to today, so I walked at the church building. That has really helped my average. Even though, I come home and ice my hips, they are telling me it is time for a wee break.
If I make my goal by the end of the day today, I'll get myself a new dressy outfit. If I don't, I'll get myself one article of clothing, like a skirt, from a thrift store. I made a valiant effort and I believe I earned something just not the grand prize. I'll start tomorrow with the goal again of getting 6000 steps per day between now and June 30. If I make that, I'll get myself that outfit.
It is doable, I think, if I take a walk each day. 65MD is committed to meeting me and walking. We've only done it twice and I love it. It takes a little effort to organize my day to meet him. It is so worth it. It is nice to have that break in the afternoon to see him and chat. His summer schedule is ever changing, but we'll figure a way to keep on. We are both enjoying it.
Now for the highlight of my trip - Most of my readers know about my special needs nephew. Briefly, he came to us through adoption. His parents lost custody of him because they were cooking meth in the house, when he was an infant. It left him with a seizure disorder and he is very delayed developmentally. He is 7 years old and still wears a diaper, cannot walk, or talk. He goes to school and has therapists work with him. He is taking a few steps with lots of help. He communicates through his own sign language, like raising his eyebrows for 'yes' and an occasional well placed grunt. He smiles and laughs at the right time, so he knows what is going on around him. He also has an adorable grumpy face.
He went to the airport with us to see us off. We all hugged each other and then I bent down and kissed his sweet face and said "I love you, Sweetie.' He immediately responded with three grunts. I looked up at my sister shocked. I said that I thought he just told me that he loved me. She smiled and said that he did! Of course, I insisted that my mother do the same thing to see if he responded to her the same way and HE DID! I cannot express the joy that gave me, not just to be told I was loved, but that he knew what I told him and responded! I'm crying as I type just remembering that. It made the whole trip.