I told myself after the 30-Day Arm Challenge that I would not do another challenge. I don't have anything against them, per se, but I like the idea of slowly building up my endurance and strength. What I did in a month in that challenge, I probably would have done in two or three months.
But then the Fit Geanie Run/Walk/Move Challenge presented itself for September. Beginners could aim for 30 miles in the month. Advanced participants, 60 miles. Considering I did about 50 or so miles in August, I figured, Why not? If I got to 45 miles, that would be golden. 60 would be platinum.
With school, with my dealing with depression and starting counseling, and trying to get my mind righted to get back into my dissertation, and at least five other things going on, I wasn't sure I'd be committed enough.
I have LOVED working out since I began in earnest this past June. I've said more than once that it's been the best thing to happen to me this year.
But I just didn't trust that love and drive... didn't think it would endure.
Well, I need to learn to trust my inner spirit more than my mind because 21 days into September, and I have crossed the 60-mile mark in the challenge! When I counted up my mileage yesterday and realized that I had only 3.7 miles left to hit 60, all I could think was, It's about to go down. And it did. Walked 4.08 miles today and even got in some time on the elliptical, and that's with me waking up and hoping I'd get in at least a mile.
I'm proud of myself for the keep on keeping on that grew within me. Can't help but smile like, "You did good, girl."
These days, with depression, I find myself working hard to SEE the positives and hold fast to them. This goal achieved is a HOLD FAST item.
But something even bigger than hitting the 60m happened today. I was overwhelmed with a blessed feeling when I realized that I have been walking miles, that I have been bending and moving and standing ... and I have not had the need to sit or take something for back pain. I've had a bad back since I was 16, and in the past, I could barely stand for 5 minutes before excruciating pain would attack my lower back and my legs. It's why I stayed carrying a backpack. Yes, I carry a house full of stuff with me and need something as big as a backpack, but the bigger truth is I needed the weight on my back so that I could do any real type of walking or standing. Standing around, trying to look cute with a purse? Yeah, no. Within five minutes, I'd be sweating, offering a pinched smile, and counting the seconds before I fell to the floor if I didn't see a seat soon.
I... there's just no words to explain how happy I am about this. It's amazing the little (and not-so-little) things we take for granted like moving freely, like bending to tie a shoe and not get winded.
I'm going to work to capture these little and big things and remember them. I'm sure they will help me in this journey to overall good health in mind, body, and spirit.
Here are some images to show my progress through the last three weeks on the walk challenge.