My short-term memory is shot. It’s gotten so bad that I cannot remember which lap I’m on as I’m walking my daily 16 (or more) laps. Not that accuracy is critical, but I strive to walk at least my daily allotment. If I can’t count the laps reliably, then how can I now when I’m done?
I thought about buying a clicker, but I opted for a more natural product: acorns. If there’s anything we have an abundance of right now, it’s immature acorns. The oaks drop them daily. So I either put a bunch in my left pocket and shift them to my right, one acorn per lap, or I pick acorns up along the way and make a little pile of them. Each acorn stands for a lap, and each lap is a tiny part of the larger goal of staying fit during this crapalicious Era of American Life.