In space, I weigh nothing

The Fifth Column: It appears to be part of me, but it betrays me at every fold.
The Fifth Column: It appears to be part of me, but it betrays me at every fold.

I am not fat. This is what my friends tell me. But, like most North American women, I feel fat. I have the shape of a nearly 40-year-old woman who has had a child and who has a weakness for bacon cheeseburgers and beer. I could complain about it – and I do – or I can do something about it – and I am.

About three weeks ago, a friend turned me on to the Canadian Space Agency’s Get Fit for Space program. Canadian Bob Thirsk is at the International Space Station (and will hopefully soon be joined by a second Canuck, Montrealer Julie Payette). Thirsk has to exercise for at least 90 minutes a day so his muscles don’t atrophy in zero-grav, the website explains while inviting us to get in shape by walking to the ISS.

Architectural detail on a fixer-upper on the edge of Westmount.
Architectural detail on a fixer-upper on the edge of Westmount.

The CSA sent me a handy-dandy Participaction pedometer and according to my readings, I’ve walked nearly 100 kilometres in the past two and a half weeks, about one-third of the way to the space station.

It’s like I’m taking a series of one-hour holidays. I don’t like having to slow down or stop while I’m walking and so I let traffic lights dictate my route. This means that a walk to the store or the library or work is different every time I go out. It gives me a fresh perspective on familiar neighbourhoods, and before I know it, I’ll have taken a trip to the ISS.

I don’t know if I’ll be Fit for Space 200 kilometres from now, but at least I’ll be Fit for the Beach.

Take a walk with me from my home in Snowdon, along the edge of Mount Royal, through the middle part of Westmount and into downtown, where I work.

Horticulturalicide on my street. The chainsaws started at omgearly o'clock this morning and they were just finishing up when I left for work at 2 p.m.
Horticulturalicide on my street. The chainsaws started at omgearly o'clock this morning and they were just finishing up when I left for work at 2 p.m.
Fighting grafitti with grafitti near Villa Maria metro station.
Fighting grafitti with grafitti near Villa Maria metro station.
Reading man is one of my favourite stops on the way to work. Makes it all seem worthwhile.
Reading man is one of my favourite stops on the way to work. Makes it all seem worthwhile.
A smile on Sherbrooke St.
A smile on Sherbrooke St.
At last: Home. At least, the place I spend most of my waking hours.
At last: Home. At least, the place I spend most of my waking hours.
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3 thoughts on “In space, I weigh nothing

  1. Are you doing it, too? Are you having fun?

    The pedometer has been a real eye-opener for me in terms of how much I actually do walk. I’ve always been a walker, but I haven’t been slacking as much this year as I thought I was.

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