Monday, May 05, 2008
They say - the ubiquitous "they" - that it takes 21 days to develop a new habit. Today makes 21 days since I began getting up at 6 AM and walking for at least 30 minutes before breakfast.
I didn't get a driver's license until I was forty; since often I couldn't get a lift, and there was no public transportation in the town where I was living, I walked everywhere. There were no school buses, so when the kids started school, WE walked everywhere. Dance lessons, YMCA, scouts - we walked.
Until fairly recently - maybe five years ago - a 20-minute mile was a norm for me. If push came to shove, I could sometimes clear a mile in 15 minutes. Now, I do just a bit over a mile in half-an-hour. If I'm walking outside (as opposed to on the treadmill) hills just about kill me. One set of steps, and I'm panting like Bannister after the four-minute mile.
But today, for the first time, my ankle isn't hurting. And I've found it's easier to get up in the mornings, and not even (well, seriously) consider skipping my walk.
All of which tells me... I'm getting there.