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In early August I agreed to take part in a team challenge to raise money and awareness for a local refugee resettlement organization. The goal: Each team member would walk or run 100 miles in eight weeks. I opted to walk, and I knew it would be tough, but I wanted to give it a try.
When the eight weeks were up, I had fallen short of the goal, but I had still logged 80 miles of walking. Even now, a month after the challenge ended, I’m still not quite to the 100-mile mark, but I’m getting closer with every step.
At the beginning of the challenge, 100 miles seemed like an impossible dream. How could a few days of one- and two-mile walks ever amount to anything? But they did. Those seemingly small numbers added up, and together, they made something significant.
I’m beginning to think this is the way of all things.
Read the rest of this post at Putting on the New, where I write on the 12th of each month.