Went to the gym for the first time in a while this morning. I deadlifted and bench pressed, then I enjoyed the water massage chair. It was nothing to write home about (the weights, not the massage chair, the massage chair was glorious.) I went, I picked up heavy things and put them down, then I left. I do feel really good about going. I’ll have a walk this afternoon. Hope anyone reading this has a wondeful day!
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I match the changing leaves today! 🙂
I walked by myself this morning. I woke up with swelling in my hands and feet, my legs were pretty sore, and I was later going to walk than I planned to be.
I went anyway.
Today I was reminded of a couple different things, the first is that progress isn’t linear. The hilly one mile walk was harder this time. I didn’t jog at all either, I couldn’t. It was a struggle the whole time. The humidity was high and I could tell the difference. The benches along the way taunted me, but I kept going, slow and steady.
The second thing that I was reminded of is that sometimes God’s plan is different than our own. Toward the end of my walk a lady passed me and I noticed the roasary in her hand. I told her is was beautiful and she said that she prays the roasary when she walks.
I listen to worship music when I walk.
Two women, both walking in a beautiful park, surrounded by leaves changing colors, both of us worshiping in our own way. It was a beautiful moment, and it made me grateful that I started my walk later and that I hadn’t been able to jog. If any of those variables had been different, I wouldn’t have seen the woman praying her rosary.
One mile hilly walk this morning. My son challenged me to do the balance obstacle, and he was joking around because he didn’t think I could or would do it, and honestly, that’s a fair assumption for a lot of reasons (obesity, in my 40s, out of shape…) but the main reason is that I demolished my ankle in 2021 while skateboarding and the injury has not fully healed. I may never get it back the way it was pre-injury, but it is getting stronger, more stable, and I’m trying to trust it more.
The walk itself was a walk/jog. Like last time I jogged the last 30ish yards. This time I added in a jog up a hill at the 1/4 mile mark.
I’m feeling hopeful about where I’m heading.
I walked a hilly mile this morning with my son at a local park. The trail is a combination of paved areas, gravel, and dirt. There are some hills, but it’s not all hills. My back tightened up at the 1/4 mile mark, but I kept going, and then I jogged the last 30ish yards. Yay me!
