Yesterday I blogged about getting back on the saddle and charging the new year with courage. Due to the unbridled enthusiasm with which I got back on the exercise train, I can barely move my body today. Brushing my teeth hurts. I went for a run with Sheri, Liz, and Lori and ate their dust the entire time. My legs could only take these tiny little baby steps. (Although, it was VERY nice to not run in snow!)
I only mention my body's broken down state because it is an allegory for how sometimes beginning again, starting fresh, is HARD. On the trail today, all I could do was focus on one step at a time. I couldn't think about how far we'd come or how many miles we had left. All I could do was take the next step.
And, I made it home that way.