Five mile stretch.
Thursday, August 01, 2013
I am so not used to this anymore. The farthest I've ever walked is seven miles when I was in high school, and I'd passed through four towns to get to my destination. Oddly enough, I didn't feel the sense of accomplishment out of it like I do now. Perhaps because today was an option whereas the seven-mile journey was the only way I could get to my friend's house to hang out for the day? I remember being cranky that I had no energy to do anything with my friend now that I was there and that I felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. Tonight, while my feet do hurt and I can't wait to go soak in the tub, I am proud, content, and eager to make this a ritual. My week began with a commitment to trekking a minimum of one mile per day and now, after my first day of not only walking by myself but also in the rather enjoyable rain, I have an urge to make five miles my daily minimum.
I'm hoping someone will hold me to it.