Hot Girl Walks and Cold Girl Feelings: I Walked 10,000 Steps a Day and Still Felt Nothing.

Hot Girl Walks. You’ve seen them.

It’s the fitness trend where you go on long, empowered strolls while listening to motivational podcasts or Beyoncé, looking gorgeous, glowy, and like you have your entire life together.

Naturally, I had to try it.

Because I love walking. I love pretending I’m the main character. And I love any excuse to buy new leggings and avoid doing actual cardio.

So I committed to 10,000 steps a day for a week. Hot Girl Walks only. No sad shuffles. No errand-running sprints. Just slow, deliberate, confident strutting toward emotional clarity and tight hamstrings.

Did it work? Sort of.

Did I uncover deep truths about myself while listening to Dua Lipa? You bet I did.

Day 1: Hot Girl Walk, Cold Girl Weather

I woke up feeling motivated and mildly bloated. A perfect day for a fresh start.

I threw on leggings, sunglasses, a little gloss (to feel powerful), and my best “don’t talk to me, I’m healing” hoodie. Then I stepped outside into wind that slapped me like it had beef.

Still, I marched forward. I put on my AirPods and queued up a “Hot Girl Empowerment” playlist. Cue Lizzo, some Megan Thee Stallion, and a few tracks labeled “Embrace Your Inner Baddie.”

I walked. I strut. I slightly limped (new sneakers, poor choices).

By the end of my 10,000 steps, I was frozen but invigorated. My legs were mad, but my soul? Lightly toasted.

Day 2: The Existential Stroll

The day started fine. But halfway through my walk, I ran out of upbeat music and accidentally clicked on a podcast called "How to Escape the Tyranny of Hustle Culture."

Within minutes, I was contemplating my entire life path while power-walking past a donut shop.

“Is my job fulfilling?”

“Why do I crave external validation?”

“Should I be living off-grid with a goat named Dennis?”

I walked in circles around the park questioning my existence until my phone died and a goose chased me out of its territory. A weird day, but I got my steps in!

Day 3: The Walk of Overthinking

Today, I decided to make my walk more mindful. I left my phone at home.

Bold move.

Without music or distractions, I was alone with my thoughts for a full hour. At first, I was like, “Wow, this is peaceful. I am at one with nature.”

Five minutes later:

“Did I lock the door?”

“What if I peak in my 30s and then just coast in emotional beige until death?”

“Are squirrels judging me?”

At one point, I waved at a tree. The tree did not wave back.

Still, my legs were moving, and my brain was doing… something. That counts, right?

Day 4: The Podcast That Yelled at Me

Today’s theme: Productivity and Confidence.

So I played a podcast titled “Unleash the Girlboss Within.” Five minutes in, it was yelling at me to wake up earlier, drink more water, and stop being emotionally dependent on oat milk lattes.

It was intense.

I tried to match the energy by walking faster, swinging my arms like I meant it. But I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk and startled a man on a scooter.

He said, “Are you okay?”

I said, “I’m unleashing my girlboss within.”

He nodded, deeply confused.

Day 5: Accidental Retail Cardio

I miscalculated my route and ended up near a shopping district. Naturally, I popped into a store. Just to “browse.”

Forty-five minutes later, I emerged with a crystal-infused water bottle, a beanie I’ll never wear, and an artisanal snack bar that cost more than lunch.

Did I walk? Yes.

Did I emotionally shop instead of reflect? Also, yes.

Do I regret it? Not fully. The beanie is kind of cute.

Day 6: The Cry-Walk

Listen. Not every day can be slay vibes and sassy struts.

Some days you put on a Taylor Swift ballad and walk through your neighborhood like you’re in a breakup montage from a Netflix drama.

Today was that day.

I cried softly while passing a dog wearing a sweater. I nodded solemnly at an old woman who looked like she’d seen some things. I whispered “thank you” to a lamppost.

I walked 12,000 steps and probably lost 2,000 emotional calories.

Day 7: The Redemption Lap

It was sunny. I wore matching activewear. I put on Beyoncé. I drank water from my overpriced crystal bottle like it held ancient wisdom.

I walked through my city like I owned it. Like every ex who wronged me should apologize via handwritten note and gluten-free cookie. Like my thighs were forged in confidence and hydration.

People smiled at me. A child waved. I strutted past reflective windows just to admire my own aura. I wasn’t just walking—I was manifesting forward movement.

By the end of the walk, I felt… proud.

Not because I was suddenly a Hot Girl™️, but because I kept going. Through awkward days, emotional spirals, and overpriced snack bars.

What I Learned From Hot Girl Walks

Movement is therapy.

There’s something about physically moving forward that makes your thoughts feel less stuck.

Music matters.

A good playlist can convince you that you’re a rom-com heroine and the main character in a Marvel origin story—all before you reach Starbucks.

You will cry.

That’s okay. You’ll cry, then get a smoothie, and you’ll be fine.

You don’t have to feel hot to be hot.

Hot Girl Walks are a mindset. If you’re out there walking, being kind to yourself, and trying to process life while avoiding geese—you’re doing it.

TL;DR:

I walked 10,000 steps a day for a week.

I felt strong, confused, slightly judged by squirrels, and emotionally cleansed.

“Hot Girl” is a state of mind, not a body type or perfect playlist.

Walking might not fix your life, but it can definitely help you process why you ordered crystals online at 2 a.m.

So get out there. Strut. Stomp. Cry. Heal.

And if anyone asks, just say you’re “embracing functional wellness through intentional movement.”

They’ll be too impressed to question it.