I recently completed my first 5k race in 31 minutes and 47 seconds, averaging a 10 minute mile pace. Although small to those who run many miles each day, this was no easy feat for someone who could not run a single mile unbroken just a few months ago. This surely wasn't a safe task for someone who uses an inhaler multiple times a day just to breathe. And it's surely not what most doctors would have recommended or how I was raised to handle adversity.
But this accomplishment was a calculated plan. A measurable task with distance, time, and a clear end goal. There was a clear distinction between success and failure (e.g. running vs. walking, not crossing the finish line).
I'd like to highlight another accomplishment, though more subtle, has greater meaning along the journey. I was fortunate enough to spend some one-on-one time with my oldest niece and nephew up in Massachusetts this weekend. In an effort to expose them to something different and to promote healthy living, we took them hiking in a state park. It was about a 2 mile trek to reach the Concord river and back to our starting location. Sharing this moment with them instead of divulging in sweets, fast food, video games, and other sedentary activities was worth more than running a full marathon!
My niece Julia was getting tired and asked me to carry her some of the way. Unexpectedly, I was able to lift and carry her 50 lb. body (with altitude and uneven terrain).
I might not have not lost any weight, I might be the same clothing size, I might not appear "fit" to spectators....
But the feeling this experience gave me represents how far I've come. This leads me to believe that it's not the destination, but the journey.
