It’s been a week and I’m still walking every night – walking until my fitbit sings my praises.  <Blinkity blink, buzzy buzzer, huffity-puffity…you made your goal….you’re not a loser today!!> . Yea, I know, sorry that I sound kinda pessimistic there.  I don’t really feel that way….but I’m at that beginning phase of something new….where it feels like w.o.r.k. every second of every step.  But hey, when you invest in one of those step counters, one of those activity trackers, one of those “monkey on your back” devices that sits on your wrist or hangs from your bra strap — the PRESSURE GOES UP ….every day….e.v.e.r.y. d.a.y.  to achieve that goal.  And…hey ….  That’s a lot of days.

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Facebook.  How did we ever live without it?  You can take your feelings and emotions there and find someone or something to connect to, almost instantaneously.

My Realtime friend Rich posted something about …How badly do you want it??  He’s often a catalyst for thought in what he posts to Facebook.  He’s often put a smile on my face or a curiosity in my brain…and a fire in my belly.

well, yesterday my response to Rich came from the doldrums of my rock bottom.  “Not enough obviously…I am my own worst enemy” was my answer.

As Rich is prone to do, he reaches down into his friendship bag of tricks and uses strengths to build up the  people he knows and loves.

Rich: “Remember Di…you are the girl who ran 26.2”

Me:  “I don’t even know that girl anymore…she’s a stranger”

Rich:  “Well, invite her over for a cup of coffee, black”. With a smiley face.

I carried Rich with me all day yesterday.  When I got home, after dinner with my husband…I put on my sneakers and went for a long walk with an old friend.  A certain fierce girl that I haven’t seen in a really long time.

We walked.  Sometimes embarrassingly slow.  We didn’t run.  I didn’t kid myself, and she didn’t shame me.  We walked, and my Fitbit rewarded me.

I want to run!!!  I was screaming inside as I wiped sweat from my brow and huffed and puffed my way back home.  But she whispered to me…Di, you gotta walk before you can run…and I’m here for you…the whole way.  26.2 and beyond!  Just like before.

Thank you Realtime friend….so much.

Ciao for now…

Diane