I have no doubt

When I started to walk for exercise two years ago, it was a struggle.

There was little doubt in my mind I would die somewhere on the chicken house road, where I’d begun to walk a loop for 30 minutes.

The first week I drank water and walked every day, I lost eight pounds.

When I got home after a walk the first week, I remember I was drenched with sweat. I felt as if my ribs would ram their way between the bones of their cage and poke through my skin.

The walks got easier. I could breathe, and I began to believe I’d live through them.

Eventually, I worked my way up to walk four miles a day.

Then, I stopped.

Last night, I started again.

I walked for 53 minutes.

Halfway through, I was drenched with sweat.

I grabbed air in gasps and gulps.

My heart pounded.

My ribs threatened to cut through my side.

More than once toward the end, I had no doubt I’d die right there in my driveway.

I was wrong again and I lived, but it was not an easy block of time.

I know from past experience, though, how this works.

I know the walks will get better as time goes by.

I know exercise will get easier again.

I have no doubt.

This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, which is “doubt.”

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6 Comments

    1. Thank you. I appreciate the encouragement. I should have never stopped, but it’ll get better. I hope you have a great day, and thanks for reading.

  1. Casey: This one brings back memories. For about 16 years I was into professional walking which is very popular in a Germany. I was averaging 35 to 40 miles a week and throughly enjoyed it. Of course I was younger and did not have COPD. I really miss it. Keep at it as long as you can. God Bless!

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