Well, I was in a pickle. It was already 8:30 p.m., night had fallen, and I had only done 2,000 steps. As it was Sunday night, the gym was already closed, and I didn’t relish the thought of doing 8,000 steps on my own in the dark. I know it sounds crazy, but there are bears in my neighborhood.
My husband ended up saving the day; he didn’t protest too much when I asked him to wander the neighborhood with me.
Other than the fact that we really should have been wearing reflectors to warn passing cars of our presence, it was cool to be out at night. Bats fluttered across the rays of the street lights, frogs and insects sounded like they were going insane, and we had the roads nearly to ourselves. It was a vibrant walk to say the least!