🏞️ Half a Mile from the Top

This past Sunday, on Father’s Day, I did something I’ve never done before: I went on a hike. Four miles total, two hours round-trip, and one very real lesson in self-compassion.

I went with two of my coworkers both of whom are pretty active and strong. Meanwhile, I’ve been easing my way back into movement, gently reintroducing myself to what it feels like to be in my body outside of work. So, yes I was the slow one. And at times, I felt it heavy.

The trail was beautiful, though. Lush, green, alive. I loved seeing so

many families out there, especially fathers with their partners and kids. It reminded me that life keeps moving in beautiful, small ways. I was proud of myself for simply being out there in nature.

For trying. For showing up. But then came the shame.

There was a man maybe in his 60s who passed me on the trail, climbing with what looked like zero effort. And there I was, struggling to catch my breath, falling behind, body aching. I started to feel nauseous as I pushed myself too hard to keep up.

Just half a mile from the top, I had to stop. I didn’t make it to the summit.

And for a moment, I felt like I failed.

But on the way down, I called my sister. Her words reminded me of something I already knew deep down: just trying is already worth celebrating. Just starting again is powerful. Progress doesn’t always look like reaching the top. Sometimes, it’s about listening to your body. Slowing down. And honoring exactly where you are.

The truth is, I’ve let my fitness and health slip over time. Life, stress, health conditions, all of it. And while that’s hard to admit, it’s also part of my story and stories are meant to evolve.

So no, I didn’t make it to the top. But I made it further than I would have a month ago. I moved my body. I breathed mountain air. I showed up for myself.

And next time, I’ll go a little farther.

💭 Reflections:

• Progress doesn’t need to be perfect.

• Every step is part of the journey, even the slower ones.

• It’s okay to be a beginner again.

• There’s strength in starting.

Have you ever felt discouraged on your health journey?

What helped you push through or slow down with grace?

Share with me in the comments. Let's remind each other that every pace is valid.