I’m exhausted. After a full day of work, I walked just over a half mile, while carrying stuff (purse, sweater, book, etc.). I did errands, then walked more than a half mile back. It wasn’t very hot, but it was a bit humid. It was just over a mile, and I did it!
I know people who jog 3 miles for fun. I know people who run marathons. I know people who take a walk after dinner to relax and end up going more than 2 miles round trip. That’s great for them. But this is me.
Six years ago, I finally got the “something is better than nothing” message drilled into my head by one of my doctors, so I started small. I spent about 10-15 minutes walking 1/4 mile twice a week. That was the most I could manage then. I gradually built up. Now, some days I can walk a lot more and some days a lot less. Some days, I can barely walk from my couch to my kitchen. Other days, a mile feels like nothing. So what does that make today? It makes today better than some days and worse than others, and definitely a reason to celebrate. It makes today a success. There may be a day when walking a mile is a completely unattainable goal. Now, I’m going to live it up while I can.
A mile! Yay me!
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