I walked

In 2014, I was sick and confused, unable to dance, unable to run, unable to cycle without feeling unwell for days afterwards… so I walked. Slowly, and not far. But I walked. It was all I could do.

Every time I walked a little more. It got easier. 

Walking – just putting one foot in front of the other – saved me. I used to see walking as a necessary evil or something to avoid. Suddenly, it was the only thing I could do. 

So it became all I did. 

Grab water, a hat, sunscreen, and comfortable shoes. Check the weather. 


Walk further. Climb higher hills. 

Rinse, repeat. 


Don’t go too fast. It’ll make you sick. Just keep walking. Be gentle about it.

Can’t make a decision? I walk. 

Can’t relax? Walk. 

Yesterday I felt buried in a fog. Lethargic, slow, unsure. I felt fragile. I had a minor medical procedure last week that affected me more than I thought it would. It’s my last week of unemployment before starting a new contract. I had errands to run, I had questions without answers, I had a dark cloud over my head that wouldn’t fuck off. I felt off. Not myself. Strange, trapped, awkward. 

So I walked. 

As always, it helped.