There are days when progress looks loud.
A big achievement.
A milestone.
An award.
A moment on stage.
Then there are days when progress looks like this.
A quiet path.
Afternoon light through the trees.
One man walking slowly, carefully, deliberately.
One step, then another.
Yesterday, I completed 12,612 steps and walked 10.08 km.
For some people, these may just be numbers on a watch. For me, they mean much more.
I have always loved walking. Even after my stroke,...