I struggled out of bed, made coffee and sat down to do "my puzzle". Not too hard, but hard enough for a Wednesday NYT crossword. I like to think of myself as "in-training" to complete a Saturday or Sunday puzzle, but after a year, I still have yet to make it all the way through a Thursday challenge. Optimism is my goal, so I keep plugging along. Morning routine complete, I head for the shower. I realize it is only 7:50 a.m. I can get ready in less than half an hour. I've done it before. If I accept my internal challenge, I can make it. Of course I have to pack a lunch, clothes, umbrella.....but then again, I don't have to do my make-up or accessorize my clothes, grubbies will do the trick. At last, a burst of endorphins help me rise to the challange. I shower, jump into the grubbies, move my orthotic supports into my "expensive" sneakers, confiscate my daughter's school back-pack and load it with items from my mental checklist, lock the door and check my cell phone, 8:38 a.m. A little later than ideal, but it is what it is. I confidently start down the driveway (please understand that "confidently" is used in the loosest terms possible.
I look back at our house once I get to the corner. Well, I guess I'm doing it. If I do this, I have no choice but to do it tonight. No one is home, I'm on my own. No fall-back plan. This is the way I work best.
I am walking to work. Three miles. Each way. Not Olympic caliber stuff, but it is never-the less a commitment. Walk to work, work for 9 hours, walk home. It is a good plan.
I have my route divided into 3 milestones, literally and figuratively. Giant Eagle shopping plaza, 1 mile, Summit Mall, 2 miles, work, 3 miles. Not exactly, but it is divided in such a way that each section is certainly manageable and gives me a small goal to realize every 20 minutes or so..........
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