So when I started walking a few weeks ago, my goal was simply to go a bit further each day. I had a dream that Kate and I would be able to walk up to The Nags Head, have a drink and make it back, an 0.8 mile walk in total. The child in me thought this was an utterly possible goal and that it was how I ever accomplished anything in my life. The adult in me knew better, that progress always is slower than you first imagined and that’s just something you have to live with.
Turns out the child in me had it right all along.
Today Kate and I walked not only up to the Nag’s Head but also a few meters past it, stopping at what is honestly the end of the road for Edale, where the path turns to gravel and eventually leads to Kirsty and Tommy’s house. It was amazing to know a few weeks ago I couldn’t even make it to the next driveway and now I was going somewhere to have a purpose. I have never walked somewhere to then sit down a spend money.
While we were in the pub it started to snow, delaying our departure and making us order another round of drinks as Kate and I plotted and planned new stories we wanted to write. The giant flakes falling from the sky, slipping hot chocolate while sitting next to a fire, knowing that no matter what I took away from Edale I had accomplished something beyond what I had dared hope, these are the best things about being alive. They assure us that it’s a brave new world out there. Every Day.