400
I have been taking at least 8,000 steps every day for 400 days. What matters is not the 3229 kilometers traveled, but the fact that I move an hour or an hour and a half every day.
It’s not walking or jogging or running that’s hard, but to find time besides my family and my job to do so, and sacrifice 1-1,5 hour for myself.
It is not easy to convince myself to complete the task every even in rain or snow, at dawn or just before midnight, but after 400 days it is not so difficult anymore, because every day we sleep, eat, drink, constantly breathe, our heart beats, it transports blood to the farthest points of our body.
Now, walking is a natural part of my daily life, because I know that even at the end of the hardest day, even in the worst weather, a miracle happens. When my muscles warm up around the third, fourth kilometer, and I examined, organised, and put in place all the disturbing thoughts that popped up after a busy day, I feel again that everything is fine, happiness floods me. I am glad that I am alive. Every blessed day.
The 400 days also indicate that I have not been ill since I set off on this road.
