May 16, 2011
I’ve lost track of the days. I know that I started moving every day before Christmas of 2010. I wanted to get a head start on the 100 Days Challenge that would begin on January 1, 2011. I wanted to find out if I could actually do it.
About 10,000 folks committed, on January 1, to moving intentionally for at least 30 minutes a day for 100 days. 10,000 people. World wide. That’s a lot of good intentions.
As the days turned into weeks my sense was that people’s lives were beginning to intervene and their enthusiasm was fading. As the weeks turned into months I found myself wondering just what I had gotten myself in to.
As I passed the 100 day mark I started to wonder what would happen next. Would I stop? Would I simply miss a day? Or take a week off? As of today I’ve done neither. I’m still at it.
But today I’m worried. It’s a really ugly weather morning and it’s not going to get any better. I’ve got to drive 750 miles tomorrow so even a 30 minute walk will be a challenge. This may be it. I honestly don’t know.
Today I need to find the inspiration in my own words.