I Can Walk
Last weekend I took a pleasure walk for the first time in more than a year. My friend Kyle and I made it about a mile before my foot started hurting, not a ton, just enough to make me stop walking and call for a pick-up from Kyle’s husband.
Then two days later, I took another walk. This time I went about three quarters of a mile, and turned around to get home on my own steam. I didn’t hurt.
Now I could tell you how before this foot thing I used to hike for hours and hours up and down hill and it was the happiest thing for me. And that one or two miles on flat really isn’t that big a deal.
But that would not be the truth. The truth is for me, today, a mile on flat pain-free is a huge deal. I can walk! I’m a walker!
Someone offered me the thought that it might be helpful to focus on what I can do rather than what I can’t do. I offered them something snarky, then took the advice.
I’m gonna keep going.