I put on my leggings and sneakers yesterday morning, but part of me had already assumed I wouldn’t actually stop at the park to walk after I dropped my child at school.

My subconscious was already making excuses.

After drop-off, I sat in my truck to check my email and pull up the audiobook that I’m listening to right now. I hit play, pulled out of the parking lot, and headed for home. As I approached the park, my full intention was to keep driving while clinging to the weak excuse that I might hop on the treadmill later. (Cough, cough )

I passed a young woman jogging briskly on the trail. I kept driving.

A cyclist crossed the road ahead of me. I kept driving.

A man in a red shirt caught my eye. With a cane in his right hand and a noticeable limp, he was walking. I kept driving.

The elderly woman who walks that trail every morning rounded the corner. I kept driving.

Then I flipped my blinker, pulled into the parking lot, and went for a walk.

I stopped to walk because I am strong and capable of walking and each individual at the park had managed to show up.

I’m ashamed of how often I take for granted the simple fact that I CAN WALK. I can show up.

I didn’t set any records. I didn’t go very fast or very far. I didn’t jog because that’s not what I do, but…

I seek to be intentional in my daily life and sometimes that is as simple as pausing my morning to take a walk.

You don’t have to walk, that’s up to you. But do you have that one thing that you like to do, that you are capable of doing, and that brings joy to your life, but for some reason, you keep putting it off or making excuses? I’m just here to say you could do the thing. You could take the walk. You could show up.

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