
Admittedly, this first week's total does not come up to what a spread out average of per day miles should lead to, but there are a lot of factors at play - recovering from a harsh bout of the flu, vicious icy weather and temperatures that preclude outdoor walking, and retraining muscles long forgotten. But each day the daily mileage is growing, as is the accumulated total. The feet and legs are getting better accustomed to these expectations, and I'm finding different ways to make time spent on a treadmill more interesting.
Everyone has heard the aphorism "it's a marathon, not a sprint" and that is one hard part of the mental and spiritual journey I'm encountering. I have a strong competitive edge - a heart desperately straining to prove it isn't what others have called it - but I have to adjust to competition only with myself. It is hard when you feel you're always being judged and when those who should be supportive turn out to be your most vehement opponents, but it is all part of the journey.
I may just be getting my wings, but the time to soar is coming.
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