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The journey of a thousand days (29/04/24)



They say the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

For me, that saying has a nice ring to it. But if you have ever tried to walk a thousand miles, there are many many steps between the first one and the step that makes the end of a 1000 mile journey.

Interestingly, I feel the magnitude of a thousand miles, because I've been on a little journey myself. I've committed to walking 10,000 steps every day. And for the last thousand days, that is what I have done.

It sounds nice. A real achievement. It doesn't reflect the sweat and tears walking every single day. Many worn out shoes. Thousands of hours of podcasts. When I started walking 10,000 steps a day it was the fourth of August 2021. On that day in August, it had been just two months since my dear mother had passed away and I decided to channel the grief and the loss into physical exercise.

Don't think I ever intended to walk 10,000 steps every single day for an extended period, but I got some momentum and kept on going.

And after 365 days, I decided: I've come in this far. I may as well keep on going.

After another year, I decided: I've come this far. I may as well keep on going.

And so that takes me to the milestone of a thousand days.

During that time I've walked 11 million 990 thousand 445 steps, and travelled approximately 8,960 kilometres.

My legs are toned, muscular and lean, and I feel healthy and energetic. The single step I took way back in August 2021 has certainly stretched into a journey.

Perhaps even a lifestyle.

I'm not stopping. I'll see you in another thousand days....
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