On December 28, I was out walking, breathing in the mountain air, soaking up the sunshine, and I felt powerful and strong and alive.
Every once in a while, I find myself staring down that statement: I am alive.
Sometimes, it’s easy to get too comfortable in the details of everyday life, to sit back and relax, to forget to LIVE, not just be alive. There are so many who don’t get that, who aren’t here anymore, or worse, they are, trapped in a life of pain and sadness.
But I am alive. My legs work. My mind works.
These lyrics popped into my head as I pounded the pavement, fists pumping, heart racing as I tackled the big hill in my neighborhood.
“I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more”
-Proclaimers, I Would Walk 500 Miles
“Next year, I’ll walk 1,000 miles,” I thought. And then, “But why?”
Why indeed? I love a good goal, deadline, whatever, but 1,000 miles? For no other reason than to say I did it? The very idea seemed silly, one of my many silly ideas that often come and go. But my thoughts persisted.
“Walk for someone.”
The answer didn’t immediately come. I pushed on, content that I was already over the two-mile mark. The last several weeks had been very cold, so I hadn’t walked much. But on this day, my body just fell into the natural rhythm of exercise, traveling the same steps I’d taken before.
“I feel so great! So alive!”
“And there you go,” my heart thumped back at me.
That’s how the idea shaped itself, grew with each footstep, each crunch of the gravel beneath my very alive self.
In 2014, I will walk 1,000 miles to raise awareness for the abused – past, present, and future – and in their honor…in OUR honor. For those currently there, and those who came out. And especially for those who never got the chance to live.
Please join me on this journey.