Had a bit of a surprise when I checked my Fitbit tracker this morning and discovered that I had (allegedly) walked 54,216 steps yesterday, or about 45 kilometers. Well, as Biden-like as I’ve become lately, I think I’d remember that. I certainly would have felt it in my bones and feet.
It’s a new tracker and is back to normal today, so far at least. I did go to the app and check the settings and saw that I was on USA time, so I switched it over to PI time. Not sure why that would make a difference in step count…even if it had combined two days into one, that was more than my total steps for the past two days. Oh well. It did remind me of that time I actually did walk over 50,000 steps one day back in Korea. Damn, it was nice seeing the photos from that monster hike. As I said back then, I’ll NEVER do that again!
I’ll do the photos from my abbreviated participation with the Wednesday Walkers at the end of this post.
Dart league yesterday afternoon was at Johan’s on Baloy Beach. We all played pretty well and took home a 12-1 victory for our efforts. I’ve decided this will be my last season playing in dart league, unless and until I can find one that starts later in the day. I hate feeling rushed around after the hike so I can make it to the dart match on time. And when I start drinking beer at two in the afternoon, it just throws me off for the rest of the night Couldn’t I play darts without drinking? I don’t know, I never tried and I have no desire to find out. Those beers are my aiming fluid! And I was aiming good yesterday!
I enjoy the outdoor ambiance and bay views at McCoy’s, but not the loud ass karaoke being sung off-key. There was some of that when I first arrived, but then the help started moving all the tables out of the bar area where I was seated. I asked if I needed to move too but was told I was fine to remain at the bar. Next thing I know, this happened:
Then I got hungry and decided to hike back into Barretto for something to eat. This morning I remembered going to Sit-n-Bull, but for the life of me, I could not remember what I ate there. After wracking my addled brain without result, I had the bright idea to check my phone.
I did recall going next door to Wet Spot for more beer after dinner. Drank with my regular girl there and chatted some with the owner, Daddy Dave. About what I can’t say. I’m sure I must have been drunkenly brilliant though. Yeah, too much of a good thing last night.
Speaking of being forgetful, I realized that I neglected to upload a photo to my hurriedly completed post yesterday.
A commenter on that post, Soju Honcho, mentioned the old Hooker Hill days in Itaewon. Coincidentally, Facebook shared this memory from 7 years ago:
This morning as I was preparing to go out for my stroll I heard from my friend Julie. Apparently, I had invited her to join me for dinner last night but she hadn’t been feeling well. Of course, I didn’t remember that, even after she told me. Anyway, she wanted to reciprocate by inviting me to breakfast. Sure, why not?
Turns out Julie’s phone died and she is waiting for payday to come around so she can repair or replace it. I told her she was welcome to use the one I had just replaced, and she jumped on the offer.
After Julie left, I took a nap. Woke up hungry so I whipped up a batch of burrito fixin’s.
I told my friend Joy I’d visit her this evening and buy her a lady drink or two.
And that pretty much brings you up to date on my comings and goings. I’m not sure how Facebook does it, but something in my profile has triggered me getting memes like these in my newsfeed:
Honestly, though, I’m not sure I want to be in a relationship again. The schoolteacher is still pushing hard and I’m willing to see where it goes, but it’s going to take a lot of convincing before I do a deep dive into love again. Just not feeling like there’s enough to be gained to make it worth it. I need to change it up and get on a plane and start exploring new places and faces. And bars, of course.
Alright, here are the pictures I took with the Wednesday Walkers:
And there you have it. Time for me to get ready to explore another evening out. I’ll let you know how that goes tomorrow.
Whenever I see someone on the walking path with a Fitbit strapped to his shoulder, I usually stage-whisper, “Your Fitbit sucks” as I pass him. Being Korean, he likely doesn’t speak fluent English, and I don’t get a chance to do that sort of thing very often.
I’ve heard all sorts of bad things about how inaccurate those devices can be (not to say that my phone’s pedometer is much better, really), and thus far, my pedometer seems to have served me well, so I just stick with it.
When I got my most recent phone, there was initially a period of trouble, but that was because I hadn’t figured out how to adjust my touch-screen sensitivity. Once I got that ironed out, the pedometer functioned just as it had on my previous phone.
To be fair, I don’t trust how my pedometer measures distance, especially in miles. It’s way too generous. I trust the time and the step count, and I can use math (and Naver Maps) to figure out speed and distance. That’s good enough for me.
Anyway, good luck with your… device. I think, accurate or not, the more important thing is whether it gives you consistent results to allow you to establish a basis for comparison.
You’re starting to mix up the pseudonyms.
I’m pretty sure you had already decided to call that woman Jenny 👩
Now when you say Julie it seems like another person 🙄
I should be your editor for your upcoming book 📖 to catch these errors. Character development is crucial 👏
I jest , of course. You reminded us all that you’re an introvert. I guess it’s true what they say: we can never get to fully know our heroes. Celebrities are quite different people off-screen ( off the page?) .
Your interactions with the ladies and/or hiking buddies seem so jovial that you come across as an extroverted life of the party 🥳
I guess that is what they call liquid courage.
Keep writing and keep doing what you do. You’re living the good life.
A wise man once said : I wish there was a way to know that we’re living in the good-ole-days before we actually left them.
You are living the good-ol-days, and by Merlin’s beard you’re doing it right
Enjoy
Kev, every Fitbit I’ve seen is strapped to a WRIST, not sure what you’re seeing on a shoulder. I’ve been using this product for several years now, and the other day was the first incident of gross inaccuracy. I’ve compared step counts with phone apps in the past and they generally track closely. My biggest complaint is the Fitbits I’ve owned don’t live long…maybe a year or so. My previous one stopped holding a charge. For better or worse, Fitbit does update and upgrade. I started on a Charge 2 and now I wear a Charge 5. I guess I’m addicted. In addition to steps, my device helps me track the quality of sleep, resting heart rate, and several other health indicators.
James, Busted! Yes, Jenny and Julie are one and the same. I consciously went with her real name in this post. Should have known a sharp-eyed reader like you would catch what I did. I’m impressed! And I’ll work to do better at character development, I promise! 🙂
Well, I’m on the introvert side of the spectrum, but not that extreme. I interact with and enjoy the company of others, but I’m not the life of the party in larger groups. And yes, the beer does tend to help me let my guard down some.
Thanks for coming along on the ride of my life, James. I do appreciate the feedback I receive from readers like you. And yes, I had that epiphany recently–these really are the good ol’ days!
Thanks McCrarey. That’s right. Thanks to you I can’t sleep or think straight when I’m awake. Why is that. It’s all about your lady-friends shirt. You just had to, on-purpose I think, omit the last and most important part of the shirt. “I’m just here for the___________. Fuck. What is it? “I’m just here for the Cock”–“I’m just here for the free food”. “I’m just here for the hell of it”. Damn you McCrarey. This is worse than Guantanamo water- boarding. Peace Out!
Soju, that’s funny. I was sorry my pic didn’t capture the punchline. You can see the photo of the ghost…and it says “I’m only here for the…(wait for it)…boos!