My Imperfect Journey

Exercise has never been my thing.

And I wrote about it way back in 2014.

I declared that I was very out of shape, but I was going to start walking...in an effort to get to that magical 10,000 steps a day.


However, in that post about the beginning of my journey, I wasn't exactly honest.

You see, it wasn't that I was lazy or simply out of shape. The truth of the matter is, I wasn't born with great lungs.

So exercise has always been a struggle.

When I was younger, it was easier to ignore, to push through, but as I got older, my body changed, especially after babies.


And rather than push myself, I shied away from anything that would induce symptoms.

I parked as close to the door as I could get at malls, sightseeing tours were not on our vacation itineraries and hiking was totally out of the question, as I was often winded just walking up the stairs in our tiny cottage.

For years I told myself that someday l'd work on that, but fear kept me from challenging myself. It was much easier to stay in the safe zone, even if it meant missing out on things.

Besides, making over thrift store finds was much easier than transforming myself.
Then one day about two years ago, after a ton of unsuccessful starts, something changed and I decided it was time to get serious about improving things.

At first, I could barely make it around the block.

My ridiculously supportive husband used to coax me into trying by saying we'll just go on a tiny walk...a baby walk he called it…..and I'd laugh and we'd walk at a snail's pace to the house or two next door.

Even that was often too much.

But.

I kept at it and each day our walks got a little longer - some days only by a few steps. Which by the way, I stopped counting. 

It wasn't easy, but with my hand in his, I persevered.

Winter, spring, summer and fall.


Fast forward to today's baby walk.

Our normal route, almost 2 miles on the waterfront, on the dock, through the parks, up steps and hills, through town and home.

Talking, laughing and only occasionally winded. It's no 5k that's for sure, but for this girl, it might as well be.

And it only took me 2 years to get here. 

Well, 11 years if we're really counting.

But like I said, I don't.

😉

Are you on a journey?

Keep going, Friends!