Jonna, Senior Editor

Setting the clocks ahead an hour Saturday night felt oddly premature to me because I definitely haven't been feeling spring-y. But Sunday at 5 p.m., I found myself at a crossroads. Typically, with the sun in the Down position, I would look to set my son up with a DVD while I tidied the kitchen, took out the garbage and got dinner going. But, spurred by the still-plentiful light, my always-energetic little boy whipped on his sneakers and kept pointing at the door, saying, "Outside? Go outside? Please?" And on the spur of the moment, with my pedometer in mind, I decided we would take a walk. We drove 5 minutes to the nearby beach that has a 1.5 mile boardwalk and we walked as far as his little legs could carry him, sometimes running, sometimes playing tag, laughing a lot. When he got tired, we walked back, him on my shoulders—he's basically a 33-lb free weight, so I assume this upped my calorie burn!—and went home. I now plan to make an early-evening stroll part of our routine whenever we can. The fresh air and exercise did both of us good.