One giant leap

So, how committed am I to this caper?

I just walked home from work, in a windy snowstorm, with no hat. Friends driving by offered me a lift.

And I said NO.

Four steps closer....

So far, so great. Sunday was a gorgeous day, and I had a meeting downtown, so I walked roundtrip, instead of taking the car, racking up my thirty minutes easily.

Monday, it was tough to get out of bed (late night visiting with friends on Sunday), but I managed the twenty minute workout on Walk Away The Pounds, then walked home from work to hit the thirty minute quota.

Tuesday is a double-header day. Abs toning class at the Y at 8am for 45 minutes, then yoga after work for an hour and change. So I'm all good for Tuesday.

This morning, the two-mile walk workout from Leslie Sansone. The chatter is dopey, but I work up a sweat, and it gets it done, no matter the weather. So there you go. Thirty minutes accomplished.

Tomorrow is another 45-minute toning session at the gym in the morning. Friday morning a walk...and then an evening check-in with Jamie, my trainer.

The weekend will be a challenge, as we'll be out of town both nights, and in different places. But I can do a walk at least on Saturday morning before the farmers' market, and Sunday I should be able to at least cram in a stroll somewhere.

I don't have much to say about this at this point, I have to admit. I'm not thinking about it very deeply...I'm just doing it. Which is possibly the best set of circumstances there could be.

Those Frye's, they shall be mine.

Oh, and also

I can't figure out how to bring the picture of this little lovely over here, but this is it.

These boots were made for walking

So last night, K and I were heading out for our semi-regular Fridate. We drove past that shoe store on Spring Garden...and there it was. The motivation I've been seeking.

A short, green, gorgeous frye boot.

Holy sweet jesus, stop the car.

We went in, we looked, I tried the frigger on. It fits like you can't even believe. It feels amazing on my foot, and looks even better on my leg. To say I fell in love would be a gross understatement.

Here's the thing, and there's always a thing, isn't there? They're three hundred some odd dollars. More than I've ever spent on myself for one item, unless it was a car, house or laptop.

But. WANT.

They have layaway. Twenty five percent down (in this case, eighty or so bucks) non-refundable. Then, two months to pay the remaining three quarters.

So I began hatching a plan.

A plan that would both get me the boots...and let me earn them.

I've been trying...and failing...to get back on the horse once and for all this year. I can't find my motivation, somehow.

But then suddenly, there it was in the window of that shoe store.

So the plan is this: thirty minutes of exercise of some kind per day, for two weeks. After that, I can go in and put down another quarter of the payment. Another two weeks, another payment. If I forfeit a day, no payment gets put down. At the end of six weeks if I'm diligent, longer if I'm not, the boots will be mine, all mine. And the exercise habit should be fully ingrained. Unless I totally punt it, in which case I'm out the downpayment, the green Frye boots and the satisfaction of a job well done.

So there you have it.

Saturday morning, just did my first thirty minute session of this challenge.