I love to walk. Always have, and I guess I always will. IF truth be told, I also love to run. I was just getting into my running groove prior to breaking my back and I haven’t really gotten that groove back quite yet. Everything with time and for now I walk. Walking has always been my go to exercise. And it is so good for you. There have been times where I walked to relieve stress, to be by myself, and because it was a necessity. Whatever the reason, I love it. I was walking 5 or 6 days a week, but recently due to going back to work out of the house full time, most weeks I struggle getting in 2-4 times. I’m hoping that with daylight savings coming up I will have more of an opportunity to get out there more days a week. Today I walked without my phone and without my music. I spent the 45 minutes thinking about writing this blog, about how beautiful it is to live in paradise, south Florida. I observed the people out walking their dogs, or running behind their young child riding a bike. I appreciated the beautiful scenery, and gagged, sputtered, and prayed that I wouldn’t puke when I walked past the old man on the bridge smoking a cigar. I hate the smell of cigar, turns my stomach. I thought about how blessed I am. How lucky I am to be able to be a beachbody coach and be an integral part of other people’s lives. I took the time to focus on all I have to be thankful for. I also reflected while I walked. I thought about where I’ve been and how far I’ve come. I thought about how very far I have come. I walked before I drove. I walked after I got my license because I missed it. I walked because I didn’t have a car. I walked to get back into shape after having a baby, I walked to stay in shape during pregnancy. I walked to get that baby to come out. I walked to get some alone time when the kids were small. I walked with the kids in strollers when they were small. I walked because If I didn’t I’d kill someone. I walked with friends. I walked by myself. I walked in the sweltering heat, I walked in the freezing cold. I walked in the pouring rain. I walked on a beautiful day. I told stories to toddlers in strollers while I walked. I walked because I refuse to pay $4 a gallon for gas. I walked short distances, a mile or two. I walked long distances, 10 miles every Saturday for months training for a half marathon. I walked after a big holiday feast. I walked and cried. I walked and just wanted to go back home. I walked and didn’t want to go back home. I’ve walked and walked and walked. It’s true what they say, every great journey starts with the first step. Are you ready to take your first step on your journey toward a healthier, fitter you? Walking is a great way to start. Put one foot in front of the other and see where you go. You don’t have to go far and you don’t have to go fast. You just have to go.