Right now, my heart yearns for the open air, for the familiar rhythm of my feet hitting the pavement, getting those mindful miles in. Yet, I find myself delightfully, or perhaps frustratingly, held captive indoors by a fascinating dilemma, and I’m honestly not sure which force is stronger.
On one hand, there’s a rather insistent blister on my heel demanding some much-needed healing time. On the other, there’s an utterly captivating series unfolding on Discovery+ that has me completely hooked.
As I sink into the sofa, a tiny pang of guilt nags at me. The weather outside is simply perfect for my morning walk—a gentle breeze, golden sunshine—and a part of me feels terrible for not being out there. My gaze keeps drifting to the window, drawn by the sheer beauty of nature’s elements at play.
But rather than succumbing to the indoor inertia, I’ve decided to bridge the gap. I’ll be popping up frequently from my viewing marathon to simply walk around my living room. Every step counts, and I know those indoor miles will quietly add up.
Whether it’s amidst the greenery of the park or the familiar comfort of my home, movement is the ultimate goal. I’m currently only at 40 steps, but my eyes are firmly on 3,500. It’s totally doable.
And yes, I hit the goal!

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