The cold air was dreadful. I’d made a mistake in choosing to walk.
Halfway up the trail and I wondered why I had no cap, no jacket.
Even the couple with the dog dressed in a jacket must have known.
I walked on.
I thought of what was to come.
Up the hill, round the curve.
My body warmed.
I conquered the cul de sacs.
Again, I think of my son saying walking’s not exercise.
Caring less than before as my thoughts unravel in a rhythm that I know.
The rhythm of release. The crossing paths with those who know my walking.
Never pausing for chit chat.
They know me, fast and determined.
I walk on.
Strong and with intention.
An object lesson in perseverance.
A better than before every single time, can’t think of a time I wasn’t better for choosing.
Walking, fast and steadfastly.
Continue, I do.
Continue and believe.