Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Going Home

Good morning!

Yesterday I got outside and walked the circumference of my apartment complex.  It was really nice outside yesterday, around 68 degrees F.  Today it's down in the 40s but I happen to love winter and its weather so I don't mind one bit!  Today I am walking to Target and back.  Tomorrow I will going back to the gym and the treadmill.  I think I will start my strength training tomorrow also.  I enjoy the weight machines in the gym and I feel SO much better when I work out.

I woke up feeling rested and halfway decent this morning!  I'm surprised  because I normally stumble to the kitchen with one eye open, hit the start button on my Mr Coffee, and grab a diet soda and the ibuprofen right away.  I think - no I know - I'm getting in shape.  My body is thanking me for doing this.  I feel ashamed that I literally layed around for a year and got fat and flabby, not to mention depressed.  I'm sure I'd be in a lot better shape all around if I had done this last year but ya know what?  I refuse to be sucked down into the mistakes of the past!  I'm doing this NOW and I'm taking care of me NOW and that is what I need to keep focusing on.

Some times it just doesn't seem real that I'm going to do this.  I look at all the youtube videos on thru-hiking the AT and it's all so beautiful but it's ... surreal.  I can see myself at the overlooks and on the trails but only because I used to live practically IN Shenandoah National Park.  I know I'll be there again but my it's just like watching a movie on TV...

It's true what they say about not knowing or appreciating what you have until it's gone.  I always knew Virginia was a wonderful, beautiful, and historically rich area, but I took a lot for granted too.  The Appalachian culture, from which I am descended, is rich and beautiful in its own way.  It's a unique way of life that I am so proud of now.  I went through life just assuming everyone knew what it meant when I said, "I'd stretch a mile if I didn't have to walk back" and other little things.  Some people have never had homemade apple butter or seen a Mennonite buggy.  Others have never know what it's like to wake up with the sun blazing over a mountain, a river, or a forest with squirrels scampering thru the trees and across the electric wires.  Some have never sat around an open fire roasting hot dogs on sticks and drinking a beer with friends.  I took this way of life for granted.  I didn't think it was a big part of me.  I was wrong.  Very very wrong.  Hiking the AT is like going home for me.  It's in my blood.  It's part of my soul.




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