One foot in front of the other. Again and again and again.
The Jones Beach boardwalk stretched out in front of me. 2 miles one way, 2 miles back. My son wanted to do the whole thing. I was wearing slides and carrying a 5 pound-ish pocketbook. The last time we went to the beach, the kids ended up playing in the sand and I had socks and sneakers. Trying to correct my mistake, I wore slides only to have the kids want to walk the boardwalk- the entire boardwalk- instead.
This was a walk I did often as a teenager and in my 20's. Maybe even early 30's. At almost 41, I haven't done this walk in some time. The last couple of months have led to a decline in moving. When I was teaching in the classroom and otherwise living normal life, I would average 12,000-15,000 steps a day. Last week, I had like 4,000 steps on one random, same-as-before, day of the week. Quarantine has not been good for my body. Sitting more, succumbing to the treats that are around more often, I don't feel good or look good. It's time to correct that.
The last few days, I've been eating the way my body enjoys. Lots of vegetables, lean protein, fiber-filled carbs earlier in the day. Less sugar. Far less sugar. Less impulsive choices. More movement. More water.
The journey feels so long. Just like the boardwalk felt endless. I felt like I would never finish. I felt like I wasn't capable of doing it. But every step forward led me closer. I was the slowest one in the family but I got there. 4 miles, in slides, with a heavy pocketbook and an out-of-shape body.
So maybe, in everything, it is one more step when you think you can't. Keep going.
Kathleen Neagle Sokolowski