Yesterday I hauled my kayak out to Newnans lake for a sojourn on the water. It’s the second time out paddling since recovering from a too-long dance with Mr. Lyme.
The gentle swells and swaying of the kayak is soothing, a perfect balm for a soul missing its tangles with nature.
It was nice to have enough strength to make my own wake in the water as in the past. I like seeing my wake, it’s visible confirmation I’m churning and burning up calories.
At the end, I noticed I was sweating. Although seemingly silly, it’s another first on my return to health journey and it felt so darn good to be a little drenched in it.
I love sweating, it’s a release and mark of a job well done towards getting back in good shape.
All these little milestones are slowly falling by the wayside one by one on a relentless march back to where I once was before Mr. Lyme.
Onwards and upwards!