Last week, when I was on vacation at the San Diego Comic-Con, I planned to take a little break from the treadmill. I knew that I was going to be on my feet, walking several miles each day. I took my pedometer with me to keep track of my steps, because, even if I wasn't on the treadmill, I was still going to be logging qualifying steps.
About halfway though vacation Superfro and I decided to hit the fitness room in the hotel and get in some treadmill walking. Honestly, I might have been missing it. The steps that I had been logging were numerous for sure, but they weren't the sort I was used to.
Treadmill walking is a very different kind of walking. When I'm on the treadmill, I have the speed set to push myself, to force myself to keep going at a certain speed for a set amount of time. I'm aiming to get my heart rate up, way, way, up and work up a fast and furious sweat. Treadmill time is cardio time.
When I walk outside, taking the dog for a walk, for walking to work, it's still swiftly paced but nothing like the treadmill. I might break a sweat, depending on the weather, but my heart doesn't get that much of a workout.
San Diego Comic-Con walking is neither of those types of walking. It's more like strolling with bouts of standing, lots of stop and go, weaving in and out of crowds, short steps, shuffling in line and even a little bit of walking on tip toes. Comic-Con must be the only place where you can walk over 10,000 steps and not have a single bit of count as "aerobic." (My pedometer counts aerobic steps as being ones taken non-stop for 10 or more minutes.)
Now that I'm home, I'm trying to ease back into my treadmill walking. It's not going as well as I would hope. The oppressive heat in the non-air conditioned room the treadmill is located in does not help, but neither does the 4 day break I took. I'm amazed at how quickly my body went back to it's lazy self, proving to me that I certainly cannot stop my seven day a week cardio that I had been so proud of before vacation. I thought maybe eventually I could wean myself down to 4 or 5 days a week without much detriment, maybe throw in some strength training and still manage to shed the final 30-40 lbs. that I’d like to lose. Looks (feels) as if I am just not ready. So, time to lube the belt on the treadmill and log some steps! Feets don't fail me now!