The weather has gotten a whole lot nicer, and as a result I’m back to walking to my son’s preschool to pick him up. This got me thinking. Last year, when I first started doing this, it seemed an almost impossible distance. It was a walk that I did because I had to, not because I wanted to. And on the way back home, I’d have to stop and catch my breath if my son asked a question.
Yesterday, I found myself thinking “oh, it’s only a quarter mile one way? That’s not that far at all.” And on the way home we chatted about ladybugs – the preschool is covering bugs this week – and about dinner and our plans for the evening. I didn’t have to stop once, and I had no trouble talking and walking at the same time. All I had to focus on was the gorgeous day and the time with my son.
Progress isn’t about pounds and inches, not always. Sometimes, it’s about the realization that you’re reaching your big goals. It was nice to be reminded of that.
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