Even after yesterday’s epiphany about the joys and benefits of walking in cold weather, I still had a hard time pushing myself out the door today. Any and every excuse seemed better than actually putting on my hat and gloves and setting out, so much so that it was already getting dark by the time I left — the street lights were on and by the time I got home it was fully dark, and really cold.
Am I the only one that battles with reluctance? Heading out is hard, but once I fall into my rhythm, I don’t want to come back. I have to lure myself out the door with promises that I can cut my walk short if I want to, but as my body warms and my feet take over, I almost always go the whole route. And it sure does feel good when I see my pedometer tick past 10,000 steps!