Yesterday I got on my treadmill and walked two miles.
It was one year ago today that I got on my treadmill for the first time in a long time, stared at a blank wall and huffed + puffed for two very long miles. It was the beginning of a journey to meet a goal that I set, which was to walk Two Miles a Day . . . for one month. I'm not gonna lie, that first day was hard but super exciting. I was proud of myself for setting a goal and getting started.
At the end of January I celebrated meeting my goal! I had walked Two Miles a Day for a whole month, and it was getting a little bit easier every day. I decided to continue the goal for the month of February and maybe even longer.
On April 10th I walked Two Miles a Day for the 100th day in a row. At that time I noted that on 96 of the days I had walked on my treadmill, 1 day I had walked on a treadmill at a hotel and 3 of the days I had walked outside. By that time walking was a habit for me and I commited to making it a year long goal, rather than just extending the goal one month at a time.
On September 8th I walked Two Miles a Day for the 250th day in a row. I reflected back on all of the things I'd seen as I walked, including lots of videos when I walked indoors and ice covered lakes, blue skies, knee high corn fields, and sunsets when I walked outside.
Yesterday, December 31st I walked Two Miles a Day for the 365th day in a row. It was kind of anti-climatic, because I knew a long time ago that I was going to reach my goal. In fact, when I started walking I didn't even think about the fact that at the end of two miles my goal would be met. At some point as I was walking it hit me, and I stood up a little straighter and walked with a little more gusto.
When I reached two miles I pushed STOP on my treadmill and had a little moment. I didn't laugh or cry or jump up and down, I just stood there quietly and let it soak in. I did it. I DID IT.