There wasn’t a ‘bucket list’ back then. Just a kid in a small desert town who dreamed of seeing the world beyond the craggy outcroppings of cacti and monolithic boulders standing sentry on the winding road to civilization. Perched atop the endless list of places I longed to go was – New York City.
It wasn’t so much a siren song of skyscrapers, iconic skyline, or the bright lights of Broadway that called to me. It was a bridge – the Brooklyn Bridge. I’d doodle its arches in the margins of my American History book, and snip photos out of magazines and books. Something about this 1870 ‘modern’ marvel spoke(speaks) to me.
We’ve all got that something(s) we’ve longed to see and do. I longed to walk the foot path of the Brooklyn Bridge. It took a decade (or several – gulp) but – after a marrying a native Brooklynite and taking countless trips to Manhattan – I can now say I’ve walked the footpath of the Brooklyn Bridge.
So how does Wellness play into this story? Spurred by the inspiration that’s come from watching my friend and fellow wanderer, Elena of Live Do Grow, evolve on her wellness journey, I’ve been thinking a lot about where I am on that path. To be honest, I’ve pretty much been sitting in the car in the parking lot when it comes to my wellness journey. Walking the bridge got me out of the ‘car.’
Standing at the halfway point it wasn’t just the slight rumble of the cars zooming past beneath my feet, or the Statue of Liberty looming in the haze down the East River, that took my breath away. It was the walk itself. How did I get to a place where walking got me winded? Okay, so maybe the how doesn’t matter as much as where I ended up on the other side of the bridge.
My feet may have been in Manhattan, but my mind was back in that proverbial parking lot plotting a journey. I have to find my way onto that path.
I’ve been wearing a Garmin VivoFit off and on (okay, more off than on) since the Verizon Buzz team sent me one in February. The first week or so I was super excited about it, then… well… life. Something about having it track that fact that I mostly sit on my tail and type for hours on end just wasn’t motivating. Go Figure.
When we stepped out of our hotel in downtown Brooklyn, it didn’t even register that I was wearing it. Dozens of photos, lots of laughs, a bit of winded breathing, and maybe a blister or two (seriously, why did I wear sandals?!) later, a blinking beacon from my wrist told me I’d walked over 9,000 steps. I’d had fun and felt great doing it too – blisters not withstanding.
So much more than fulfilling that childhood longing to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge, that walk brought be to the first real step on that journey. There is room in everyday, no matter how busy, what city or country I find myself in, to take at least one more step.