Almost a year and a half later (yesterday), I hiked 8.4 miles of the most strenuous hike I’ve ever done. . . on accident. 🤣🙊
As we were trudging up four miles of thick, heavy mud, ice covered streams, rocks, boulders, and glorious sun lit trail through yellow aspens, I could only think, “Holy crap. Look how far I’ve come.”
I didn’t get here over night. I remember how scared I was when I first tried to push myself past one mile. My legs and spine would seize up and they felt so tight I was afraid I’d be stuck. Literally stuck. But I pushed myself farther every single attempt, even if only by a couple steps. And eventually, one mile turned into 8.4 up a mountain over boulders and streams and an icy, wet trail.
I don’t believe in pushing so hard we hurt ourselves. But yesterday, I made an exception. I was determined to see that lake. Even if when we started we thought it was only a couple miles. 🤦🏻♀️
It always goes back to step by step. Mile by mile. Hike by hike. No matter how small, no matter how slow. (And by the last leg of that trail, I was as slow as one could go.)
And resting, soooo much. Resting, but never giving up.
That’s how we reach our destinations. Some destinations take longer than others, but I’m ok with that.
Because I know, no matter how slow I go, eventually I will get to where I’m headed. ♥️