My Own March
First one step, and then the next . . .
I went to the lake and walked tonight. It's the first time I have done that in a really long time. I didn't feel like going earlier in the day, but a friend told me to go, that I needed it. She was right. I needed it. And it felt good.
I didn't have my Reebok's on, so I only did one round, which equals 1.75 miles. But tonight I knew that I could physically do my 5 miles. My body is strong,... but it's been lying dormant, or more truthfully, it's been held captive by my own mindset. Why do we put off doing things that are good for us, and feel good to us? I always feel so much stronger physically and mentally when I take good care of my body. I have to think about today, and today only. Nothing else can matter to me right now. One foot in front of the other, as my Dad would say.
I passed by a group at the beginning of the route who were lined up in front of their trainer. I admired their obvious dedication, and looking at them, I had to smile a little. They were so earnest, each one doing their best, and no two going at the same pace. The trainer stood before them shouting out commands, and try they did to meet each one. I continued down the path encountering joggers and walkers, boaters and fishers, couples and people walking with their dogs. The intense craving I felt earlier for something sweet was beginning to leave me. It is a battle I have been figting for a while now. I do not know why I want the thing that will destroy me. Tongiht I made a different choice. Tonight I made the right choice.
The sun was beating down upon my back, but not uncomfortably, thanks to a breeze that brushed over me, helping to keep me cool enough. I will work up to more of a tolerance for the heat. I studied the shadow lying before me, moving with me at my constant and steady pace. Here came the demons of my own mind shouting, "Shrink. Shriiiiinnnnnkkkkk!!!" Then my heart whispered, stop, not so fast, you are doing what you are supposed to be doing. Let it be.
I kept going. And with each step I took, I allowed myself to feel the reward of that effort. I repeated to myself, "stronger legs, stronger legs, grounded, grounded". I made my own march and finished knowing I had done a good thing for my body and my mind. Tomorrow ~ 3.5 miles.
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