Grit Over Glamour: The Walk No One Applauds
Walking looks pretty right now, but it has not always been that way for me.
Even after a year of walking, trotting, and running, there are still days when I simply do not want to move. There are mornings when motivation feels distant, when my body feels heavy, or when life has taken more than I expected it to.
Doing something you do not feel like doing requires grit. It requires a commitment to yourself and a quiet determination that does not rely on applause, prizes, or public accountability.
It is easy to stay motivated when there is a clear goal at the end: a medal, a gift, a finish line, or when others are watching. But what about the days when no one is there to hold you accountable? What about the seasons of sickness, injury, grief, or unexpected life disruptions?
Those are the moments that test why we move at all.
When I struggle, I remind myself that my movement is not only for me. I am moving my body for the generations that came before me. For their sacrifices, their resilience, and their unfinished healing. And even more so, I move for those coming behind me.
Carrying the Lineage, One Step at a Time
I am the chosen generation.
Not chosen for perfection.
Not chosen for performance.
Chosen to set a standard. Not of excellence, but of continuous progress.
Chosen to keep going, even when it's slow.
Chosen to honor my body, my story, and my lineage through movement.
Some days, walking is graceful and light. Other days, it is simply an act of faith.
And on those days, that is enough.
So if today requires grit instead of grace, know that you are still moving forward. Every step you take carries memory, meaning, and momentum. The strength of those who came before you lays the groundwork for those who will follow.
This is the heart of The Journey of Miles, Milestones, and Memories; movement as legacy, healing, and quiet rebellion against giving up.
In the next installment, I will explore how endurance reshapes identity and why staying in motion matters even more when the road feels uncertain.
In Health Solidarity,
Coach Stacie
Embracing Me Wellness — one healed story at a time
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