WOO-HOO from Mile Marker 10,000!
Guess who just walked 10,000 miles on a prosthetic leg??
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This kid! |
I'm gonna keep this postcard short, but I didn't want it to get lost in the mail.
Long story short, I almost missed 10,000...
I mean, not the mile itself. That would have happened anyway.
But the moment of stepping over that threshold.
Noticing the mile.
Marking it.
Making time for it.
Celebrating it.
Honestly, I didn't even realize it was upon me until the afternoon before.
It arrives in the midst of another difficult week -- on a day of even more setbacks for those I love most.
All I want is to
shoulder the weight for them. Taking a step forward is the last thing on my mind.
At sunset, I tell my morning miles buddies, "I just don't know if I can walk tomorrow."
And then tomorrow comes. Anyway.
And I get up.
And get my leg on.
And get dressed.
And at 7 AM, I hit the sidewalk.
Walking is a practice, kind of like hope. We rise and meet each day. Take one tentative step after another.
If we're lucky (like I am), we learn it from those who walk with us along the way.
At Mile 10,000, I step outside to find the only two people on Earth who can turn a walk around the block...
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...into a block party! |
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Complete with signs of the times, |
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and cheerful reminders, |
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and sidewalk hazards, |
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and helpful hints, |
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and our usual (unusual!) landmarks, |
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and, of course, coffee! |
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I even add some designs of my own. |
It's just a regular morning mile...
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...with even more friends sprinkled along the way! |
Mile 10,000 is filled with small, quiet, unexpected joy.
We're back home in a matter of minutes.
In other words, it's just what I need.
Walking 10,000 miles on a prosthetic leg is a pretty big accomplishment. But at this particular milestone, here's what will stick with me most:
I almost DIDN'T GO.
Moving forward is a practice too. A leap of faith. No matter how quiet, or unexpected, or small the steps are.
I want to notice them.
Celebrate them.
Make time for them.
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Even before sunrise. |
Mile 10,000 isn't a finish line. Like each new day, it's another chance to keep going.
Thank you for 10,000 miles and so much more.
Walk on,
Rebecca
P.S. Some steps find a soundtrack in my mind. At Mile 10,000, it's a song from one of my favorite artists. Click here to hear what's playing.
congratulations!!! love the inspirational and cautionary chalk messages :)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Sarah! The messages were such a good surprise, and it was fun to see all the passersby noticing them too. We decided we're going to leave messages on a more regular basis :) Hope all is well in your world! xo
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