Dark walking relaxes me in one way. I'm going when there are less people about. Especially the colder it gets. As the temperature goes down so too do the number of my fellow pedestrians. I've extended my route once again.
I will admit to a bit of pride every time I've passed a marker that I previously to turn around. Walking over to the store to pick up a few things (those are still light I'm afraid) is no longer enough.
My route was only taking me 16 minutes where it used to take me 23. Consistently. This disappointed me, made me feel a bit ashamed until I realized that this was a GOOD thing. It meant I was walking a little faster. Some of my muscles were getting stronger. I was getting better at walking. I've started one that is 32 minutes.
It's day170 and I'm no where near where I want to be. I am making all kinds of dietary mistakes and resetting those goals. But I think maybe the point is that I keep going. Keep at it. I keep getting a little further along. I might actually be able to do this.