The Day After
I went for my walk today. I went for my walk to remember. I walked to the track and I walked. I did my circles. I walked five and a half miles. I walked from my house to the school track and there I walked a long and oval course and I then walked back home and when it was done I had traveled five times the distance I walked on December 27, 2011.
Yesterday I enjoyed the Christmas Eve party at my friend’s home. I ate but not to excess and I laughed (to excess) and I smiled quite a bit and someone brought up my weight loss and we talked about it and we laughed some more and then today I went for my walk.
It was cold. Very cold. I was dressed for it.
I enjoyed the walk at a very brisk pace on a very brisk day and I could have walked further but I decided that five and a half miles was sufficient today. The boys were waiting for Dad to come home and prepare dinner. Missus wanted to spend some quiet time. Five and a half miles was enough.
Christmas day is nearly over as I write this. Not a big focus in our home. Just a quiet day. Quiet as it was two years ago. Two years ago. It seems so long ago. It seems like yesterday.
I went for a walk today that two years ago would have nearly killed me. Five and half miles. On December 27, 2011 I drive to the track. I walked one miles. I drove home and I slept on the recliner the rest of the afternoon.
I didn’t know that the one mile walk I took that day would be the first miles of thousands walked and cycled over the next two years.
How could I know? I had started and stopped so many times. Eaten right for a few days, a few months… Walked. Hiked. Once, twice, three times… Then back to the couch. Back to the way of life. Back to gaining weight and losing fitness.
How could I know that two years later I would have recorded 3700 miles of walking? How could I know that two years later I would have cycled nearly 4250 miles? How could I know? I didn’t and I had no reason to believe it would happen.
Two years ago I was in the downward slope of a deepening depression. Two years ago I had not quite hit bottom. Two years ago I was just trying to make it through the week. Christmas was a Sunday. I had the coming week off. I was hoping the depression would lift before I had to return to work in ten days.
Today I went for walk because there was ice on some of the roads and I don’t like cycling on ice. Today I went for a walk because I want to stay active and keep the exercise going. Today I went for a walk to remember the day very nearly two years ago when I took those first clumsy, exhausting, stumbling steps. Those first steps of several million since I started this Journey. And here I am today. 100+ pounds less of me. So much more of me.
Today is the two-year anniversary of the day after. The day I realized.
It was not the beginning of my new Journey but it was coming. I didn’t know it but it was coming.
I walked 5.55 miles today. It was easy.
A Little Holiday Season Note
I hope this season has been and will continue to be filled with love and joy for you. I hope that this season finds you happy and healthy and that you are facing your challenges with grace and strength. I hope that you find magic in all things but especially that you find wonder in the small moments of life. I hope that you are touched by love in all places in your life. I hope you believe in yourself with all your heart and soul.
I hope the coming year is one of Joy and Love and, most of all,