I managed to get up and lace up.
I managed to get out the door.
I managed to jog… briefly.
And then I managed to walk quite a bit longer.
It wasn’t a good walk… and it definitely wasn’t a good run. It was less than half the distance of what I hoped to do.
But one has to start (again) somewhere.
It’s disheartening to start (again) from the backslid plateau. To have been higher up the mountain and now to look at the height from below? It’s… rough.
I’ve started the climb (again). And tomorrow I’ll try and climb a bit more.
It’s the only way to claw my way back up.
But it’s awfully hard.