My Watch Keeps Me Going

It’s hard to stay active in the middle of winter.

Snow and bitter cold keep me inside the house, sunken deep in my favorite chair, mesmerized by ball games of little consequence.

My watch, however, keeps me going. It tells me to stand if I’ve been sitting too long. It compliments me on the progress I make toward pre-programmed exercise goals, and it nags me to keep it up.

“You can do it, Parker!”

It records my daily mile walk, announcing the time elapsed through so many layers of clothing I have to hold my wrist to my ear in order to hear it.

My times have slowed since winter set in, the stree...