When walking two miles is a big deal

Walked over two miles (2.4 to be exact!) today…

It’s funny how two miles was nuttin’ in the past; it’s what I usually did each morning with a cup of coffee to wake up into the day.

Yet today it’s a big milestone out of the way and I’m happy. It’s also a mental hurdle fallen by the wayside post-lyme recovery. It took a long time to get there, but now that my body is starting to get back to the way it was, it’s getting easier to make progress.

I’m still stunned by how much Mr. Lyme can wipe a healthy body out so thoroughly. When I was told it took an average of a year minimum to recover (if that — some folks take years), I didn’t really believe it. I do now even though I’m well ahead of that curve.


I don’t always have the best of days just yet, but I’m grateful I’m getting better and beginning to be able to do the things I love.

My biggest goal is to get back to nomad life in my camper. That’s where my bliss is and I have a feeling once I get there, healing will come even more rapidly because nature is where my heart is.

By Ray

writer / shutterbug / wanderer / lifelong entrepreneur / reiki master / oral deaf / zigs when others zag / nature lover who kayaks to work ; )
Currently wandering full time in a tiny camper around the continent and sharing the journey along the way.

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