Lately I have been walking to the mailbox with Mylie almost daily. It's so glorious since the sunshine has been delighting us with it's gleam. Today on impulse I said "let's check out the gym!" There is a small room next to the apartment pool and once we walked inside I knew I had to at least try 5 minutes on the treadmill.

Up until that initial kidney infection in 2009 walking was my primary mode of exercise. I did 4 or 5 miles a day. I miss that so very much. I'm now the woman at 30 using motorized carts at Target and unable to stand for long periods of time. But today I stepped on that treadmill and walked for...

wait for it...

7 minutes and 56 seconds.

I feel I have climbed a mountain!

Maybe I have.

Maybe this is a step further in taming this disease, taking some control, finding the joys in what spurs me. I love feeling healthy.

7 minutes makes a difference.

7 minutes means everything when your world is falling apart.

I now feel nauseous, light-headed, and my body is stiff as a board, but it was worth it.

:)