#494: But I Survived the Day

Two hours ago…
I finished walking Day #4 across Spain.

In keeping it real…
I have zero energy in me to write this week’s blog.

I’ve walked 60 miles so far, but I’ve never been so physically wiped out as I have been at the end of each of these first four days. I thought I knew what zero energy felt like. But on this walk…on Spain’s brutal Primitivo… “overwhelming exhaustion” has an upgraded meaning for me.

“But I survived the day.”

True…I barely made it. True, too… I felt like a beat-up rag doll stumbling into Pola de Allende and trying to find my hotel for tonight.

“But I survived the day.”

And that will be my goal tomorrow.
And the day after that.
And the next ten days after that.

“But I survived the day.”

There are undoubtedly some serious ass-kicking days we all have to survive as we walk on this planet. But thankfully, life is not hiked ALL in one day. It is walked over a long string of days, weeks, months and years. And we just have to survive them…one…at…a…time.

“But I survived the day.”

That was today’s goal when I woke up.

To get here.
To this hotel.
On this bed.
Writing this blog.

And in keeping it real again, now I get to say it.

“But I survived the day.”

And being able to whisper THAT…is definitely a win.