This past Labor day Sunday, I was tired of relaxing at home, because by "relaxing" I mean "cleaning," and so I dragged Gary to the Japanese festival at the Botanical Garden. Sadly, we couldn't even get in: the lot was full up, and the prospect of a garden stroll along paths packed at maximum capacity didn't sound especially Zen.
So we veered off to Forest Park instead. Gary was tempted by the Gauguin exhibit at the art museum ("Was he fat naked women? Or was he island naked women?"), but we ended up at the zoo.
I was glad to be at the zoo, because we started a step challenge at work. My Fitbit had already recorded my three hours of cleaning, so I had a good start on my required 7,000 steps.
It was a good day for bears: the Red Panda was actually awake and active, strolling along the edge of his enclosure and staring happily back at the crowd who had expected to see him curled up in a tree in his usual clinically depressed state. In other bears: the baby brother grizzlies looked regal, but the polar bear was a no-show. I don't know what he was up to, unless he demanded his rights and took Sunday off because he'd have to work Labor Day.
A few hours in, my Fitbit vibrated to tell me I'd reached 10,000 steps. By the end of the day I had 13,039. Good for me. I thought of how impressed my teammates would be.
I woke up the next day, exhausted, and then I found out day one of the step challenge was not September 1, Sunday, zoo day, but instead was September 2, Monday, Labor Day. I was despondent and didn't want to get out of bed, but I thought of the Red Panda and found the strength to rise up and strut and fret another hour upon the stage.