A Journey of Sixty Miles Begins With A Single Step

I took that first step at 5:15 AM, in the dark and the cold. It turns out that this is the way all the mornings of this journey would begin.

I showered and dressed. I pulled my hair up and put on my ballcap. On the cap I had written the names of all the women in my life, the ones I’ve introduced you to.

I took the memory cards that had been sent to me, the ones with the names of the courageous women in all of my contributors’ lives, put them in the drawstring bag I’d made and tied them to my backpack strap. We gathered our things and checked out of the hotel.

I said goodbye to Dave and he drove off. I dropped off my duffle bag at Truck D. Now what. People were gathered in groups, teams. I knew no one. But I was determined that it wouldn’t stay that way.

I chatted with other walkers and crew members. I met Heidi and we ended up walking together that first morning. I’m glad I stepped outside my comfort zone and talked with others because if I hadn’t, I would have missed out on so much. The people I met were amazing.