Today I had a chance to practice what I preach. Nora and I didn’t get out for a walk yesterday – thunder! hail! – and I woke up today feeling a mixture of emotions that can best be summed up by the word “meh”. The weather has been all over the place today, and the thought of going for a walk just seemed like too much of a hassle. Is there a word for this in English? In Norway, we call it dørstokkmila (the doorstep mile), that sometimes impossibly long way from lounging on the couch to actually getting out of the house.
But the thing is, I know better. I do. I know how good it feels to get out, even for just a short walk on the trail. So we did, and it was wonderful. There was no endorphin rush, but there was sunshine, a cool breeze, the smell of grass drying after spring rain, bald eagles soaring above us, rabbits darting into the blackberry brambles, a smiling baby, a happy mama, and that was all I needed to turn this day around.