It was three weeks ago yesterday that I fractured my left arm.
I hadn’t walked outdoors in all of that time because I had the crazy idea that if I couldn’t power walk, what was the use? I was fearful of falling with power walking, and irrationally, I applied that fear to walking in general. For the past week, I had spent almost entire days in bed.
Wallowing in fear and self-pity, both my physical and my mental/emotional health were declining. Yesterday, I couldn’t stand myself anymore, so I decided to go for a stroll. Hubs tied up my runners, zipped my jacket for me and off I went. I watched the ground very closely for uneven surfaces, and ended up doing a 3 K walk at a moderate pace. It felt so good!
Once it warms up this morning, I’ll go again. The fresh air and exercise was all the medicine I needed.
“Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start.”Nido Qubein