I did it; yesterday I walked seven miles. My pedometer went on as soon as I got up in the morning. Since I usually walk around three miles a day, four at the very best, I knew it would be a stretch and I wanted to count every step!
Fortified with warm layers, my i pod and the comfy walking tennies that Kyle gave me for Christmas, Alaina and I headed out on two different walks. We hit a mile and a half on our morning walk, and about a mile in the afternoon. A couple laps to the mailbox and a few more with Alaina on my back (she loves to be in our little carrier) helped to rack up some more mileage. The rest came from not saving steps around the house.
By the end of the day I have to admit that my feet, in spite of the ultra comfy walking shoes, were a little sore, but I did manage to stave off a blister. So much for being in shape! I also got through about six chapters of my latest recorded book. (Nate, I put it on my I pod all by myself. I still remember how!)
So, what's the big deal about walking seven miles? What does this have to do with thankfulness? Let me see if I can tie it all together for you.
The average woman around the world walks seven miles a day for fresh water.