10,000 STEPS





10,000 STEPS

“The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.” Lao Tzu

“Sometimes we make the process more complicated than we need to. We will never make a journey of a thousand miles by fretting about how long it will take or how hard it will be. We make the journey by taking each day step by step and then repeating it again and again until we reach our destination.”                   —Joseph B. Wirthlin

“Step with care and great tact, and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act.” —Dr. Seuss

“Every breath we take, every step we make, can be filled with peace, joy and serenity.”             —Thich Nhat Hanh


I remember watching Gail with great fascination when she got a Fitbit® several years ago. She was so excited about measuring her steps. She is always on the go, so it made sense that she would want to know just how many steps she took in a day. I also recall a dear woman, a wife of a dear home health patient, explaining her Fitbit®, too. She is a mover and shaker as well, so she, too, wanted to know how many steps she was taking every day.

I got a fitness tracker for Christmas. I never thought I would want one, but I did. I figured with my daily run, I was getting enough steps in. But something kept telling me to give it a shot. So, I did.  I didn’t need the fanciest one, just one to measure my steps. I was curious to see how many I took in an average day.

The set-up process required someone who knew more about gizmos like this than I did (my 19-year old son), and a goal. A number of daily steps to aspire to that would be entered into the device.   I thought 10,000 sounded like a good number, so I started there.

The first day I wore it, I exceeded the goal by a long shot. I completed 20,000-plus steps. However, that was not an ordinary day.

That day, like yesterday, I took a hike. Literally. That day, I hiked the nearby beautiful Konza Prairie Trail with my best hiking buddy.




It is listed as one of the 8 Geographic Wonders of Kansas (www.kansassampler.org), and if you haven’t been there, put it on your list.

Yesterday, I hiked it with my husband and two sons. We’d been talking about doing it forever, and yesterday was the day. My firstborn just completed his degree at nearby Kansas State University in December, and we always said we would do it while he was there.

But we didn’t, and it was time.

It was abundantly sunny but windy, with a high of 49 degrees.  By Kansas standards in February, it was a nice day. So, we took advantage.


It is a Kansas masterpiece; truly a wonder of nature. It is breathtaking in all seasons, and I have featured it in other posts as well.

So, please, go take a hike.


After the trail, we checked out Pillsbury Crossing, another wonder of Kansas nature that was close to Manhattan.  Our son had been there several times, it is a beautiful water fall with a reputation among the college students as a fun nature hangout.


It was a great day on our feet.


Ten thousand steps sounds daunting, and if I didn’t take my daily run, I wouldn’t normally reach my goal. I am usually around 6,000 steps when I get back, so I’ve got a great head start early in the morning. Most days I reach my goal, some days I come close. I think there have been a few days when I didn’t even reach 9,000 steps. And there were two days when I was in bed sick, so those don’t count.

Two nights ago, I needed just 127 more steps to reach 10,000, and I was ready to go to bed. Not one to let a goal that close slip from my grasp, I went to the basement a few times; there was always something in the laundry room I could tend to. A few laps around the house, and I felt that gratifying double vibration on my wrist: I made it. Then, I went to bed.

The night before that, in the cold-but-calm February evening under an almost-full moon, I pushed myself out the door to walk the driveway a few times. The moon made it light enough to see, and made it worth the effort.


I am a mature, educated, reasonable and logical woman who doesn’t normally fall for cheesy rewards or flaky reinforcement. That little pulsation on my wrist, however, makes me go the extra few steps, makes me push myself a little harder.

Yet, I continue to circle the parking lot, looking for a closer space.  Circling, even as I composed this blog in my mind as I often do throughout the week, I kept looking for a closer space.  I fully realize this incongruity.

I’m the only one who knows or cares about these 10,000 steps. Clearly, I am like most other humans in this respect: we all like to be rewarded for our efforts, even if it is just a little buzz on my wrist. Yesterday, just as we embarked on the trail, I got that little buzz. And I hadn’t even started hiking yet. I knew my tally for yesterday would be stellar, and it was. It was second only to the other time I hiked the same trail.



This morning, I woke after a good night’s sleep, ready to get back out there and get more steps. I commenced my run before the wind picked up, and, at 31 degrees, it was beautiful. It felt so good, in fact, that I went the extra mile—literally. My legs felt strong and lithe after the hike yesterday, so I kept going. I felt like Forrest Gump. When I got home, I had over 7,500 steps, and it was just after 9:00 a.m.

I sent up a little thank you for this wondrous ability to move my legs, to take thousands of steps every day.


I have been seeing an amazing woman for home health speech therapy for several months. She had a massive stroke last summer, and survived against all odds. She is wheelchair-bound, but keeps pushing forward, keeps giving it 127%, and keeps smiling.  Her faith and fortitude match that of her family, and she is not just strong, she is herculean.   I don’t think she realizes that she inspires all of us.

She is one year younger than me.

She has an amazing physical therapy team, and several weeks ago, I arrived at the tail end of her physical therapy session. She was elated, because with the physical support from her walker and her therapist, she walked across her kitchen. It was, perhaps ten steps. Not ten thousand, but ten. And, for her, this was an amazing victory, likely feeling like ten thousand steps. I felt so honored to be there right after it happened, to be an almost-witness to this victory.  She inspires the inspired.

I thought about my daily goals. Ten thousand steps. Every day, I am physically able to take those ten thousand steps and many more. I don’t think about each step like she does, I simply do it, as I have done all my life. I don’t count them, my tracker does that for me. After seeing her joy with just ten—or perhaps a few more—steps, I felt guilty for not savoring every step, for not being over-the-moon grateful for every single one of them.

I find myself taking this ability for granted. You would think, that after 25 years in this field, after seeing hundreds of people lose this ability, that I wouldn’t take it for granted. Yet, I still do.

Shame on me.

Instead of shame, however, I will offer more gratitude for this wondrous ability, this ability to move my body wherever I want to take it. Roughly half of the geography of the human body is dedicated to movement via our legs and hips, which reflects the importance of simply walking. Running, hiking and anything beyond walking are yet additional gifts.


I have featured my Arizona friends in a few previous blogs.   Yesterday, Tana, age 47, completed 53,273 steps in her first—and last, she says today—marathon.


She crossed the finish line with her friends, with incredible pain in her legs, but she finished.  (far left.)


She began training only last year at age 46, and required cortisone injections in both knees to keep going.   Yet, she kept going. She, too,  inspires the inspired.


Our mom was a walker, too. I remember her frequently taking off for walks on our country roads, setting a good example for all of us.

I called Suzanne one evening last week, and she and a friend were just returning from a walk.

Gail called me one evening last week while she was out walking, as she gets out and gets her steps in several times a week. She was a bit breathless, but she kept moving her legs as we talked. She made a comment about the moon, knowing I like to watch the moon, too. In her usual humorous style, she posted this after her walk:




She might not be getting as many steps in lately, because she is having too much fun in her new ride:


To treat herself for her upcoming 60th birthday, she brought this gem home, purchasing it from a local woman who could no longer drive. “Lola” is a 1974 Chevrolet Nova. Lola wasn’t a showgirl, as the Barry Manilow song may suggest, but Gail said she is now. In her usual humorous style, Gail is having the time of her life with Lola, cruising and carousing about town.

Gail and I had a Sunday morning phone conversation a bit ago. She expressed how excited she is about her upcoming birthday, and the celebrations sure to unfold. She understands that age and ability are gifts not to be taken for granted, and she is celebrating them. I checked with her to make sure, but I already knew the answer: she would love to hear from you to add to her birthday joy on or before February 21st:

Gail Britt

810 South 6th St

Atwood, KS 67730

If you’ve read much of my blog, she probably feels like your big sister, too.


Take a walk, take a hike, or take a run. If you are able to, simply move your legs, and be sure to be grateful for the ability to do so. Our beautiful state of Kansas has so much outdoor glory to offer, so whenever possible, get out there and enjoy it. If you don’t live in Kansas, I’m sure your state—or country—has natural beauty to enjoy as well.

Sometimes, the hardest part of moving your body is just getting started. Start small. Walk around the block or to the mailbox. Once you get started, it’s easier to keep going. Action begets action. Walking begets walking. Hiking and running beget hiking and running, too.

That journey of however many steps begins with a single step.


“My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She’s ninety-seven now, and we don’t know where the hell she is. — Ellen Degeneres


If you live in, or plan to visit Kansas, please get yourself a copy of this guidebook from the Kansas Sampler Foundation  (www.kansassampler.org.)  It features all the wonder and beauty of outdoor Kansas, as well as indoor sights, historic locations, one-of-a-kind stores, restaurants and manmade wonders from every town in the state.  It makes a great gift, I gave Suzanne one for Christmas, and Gail just might get one in her birthday package, too.


Penner, Marci and Rowe, WenDee.  The Kansas Guidebook 2 for Explorers.  2017,  Newton, Kansas, Mennonite Press.







“My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty.  She’s ninety-seven now, and we don’t know where the heck she is.”   Ellen Degeneres


“All truly great things are conceived while walking.”  Friedrich Nietzche


I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.”  John Muir


“Everywhere is within walking distance if you have the time.”  Steven Wright


Like so many times in life, Plan A is sidelined and Plan B takes over.  That is the case with this post.

I had a Grand Plan A, and it wasn’t meant to be for this post.  Time and circumstances prevented that, and that’s okay.  Because, as we all know, life is all about how well we execute Plan B—or C, or D—not how well Plan A comes together.

I can guarantee you that the post I planned is an epic, grand story of sisterhood at its finest.  I can guarantee you that it will be posted in the very near future.  I can guarantee you that you have never before heard a story like this one about these sisters…


Like so many other ideas, this post came to me while I was running, with Nancy Sinatra on my iPod singing “These Boots Are Made For Walking.”  However, my running these last few days, I must admit, has included more walking than usual.   Reluctantly taking the advice of a trusted physical therapist colleague, I am incorporating more walking into my run.  My daily run that I have taken almost daily for over 28 years.  My daily run that is rarely compromised or sacrificed.  My daily run that keeps me sane.  My daily run that I have come to depend upon as lifesaving medicine.  My daily run that has likely caused the knee problems I am experiencing.

The pain is intermittent and tolerable, but consistently increasing over time.  The noise my left knee makes seems to be most painful.  Going up steps creates a sound much like a percussion instrument.  Think of shaking a maraca as you walk up any number of stairs, and you get the idea.

The physical therapist told me I need to give both of my knees more of a rest.  I need to incorporate more walking and less running into my daily run.  I need to listen to the pain and let them heal a bit.

I am taking his advice.  I am walking as well as running, as well as performing the specific exercises he recommended for me.  I am realizing I am aging, and my knees are not invincible; not immune from the wear and decline many people experience with age and use.

I am recalling my younger, prouder days of invincibility when I would hear people talk about their previous years of running:  “I used to run, but my knees just couldn’t take it anymore.”

“That’s not going to happen to me.”  I would magically think.  “I don’t have to worry about that.”   How arrogant youth can be.

As well as his advice, I am trying to take my own advice:  I am practicing gratitude for the fact that my legs work.  My work shows me that so many people don’t have this ability.

The wisdom of the ages also tells me that if I use my knees for running every day for almost 30 years, that they will likely wear out faster.  This wisdom has also told me that walking is one of the best exercises for anyone.


I recall our mother taking long walks when we were younger; when we were all living at home, and likely making her realize that a long walk was the best much-needed and deserved break she could get from all of us, the best mini-vacation.

She would walk a mile or so down the road, and walk back.  It seemed like so far when she would show us in the car how far she had walked, and I remember bragging to a friend who was with us in the car one day, “Mom walked all the way to here and back!”

Now, I realize it was likely the minimal distance required to keep her sanity, to give her a break and to keep her physically fit.

As she aged, she seemed to find it harder to get out the door.  I get it; I find it harder, too.  I recall encouraging her to get back out there and walk again, because I knew, and she already knew it was good medicine for all that ailed her.  I like to think my cheerleading helped her get back in the walking groove, helping her to feel her best.  She always said she felt better after she simply went for a walk.

Moving one’s body is the most natural physical thing to do.  The human body was created to be a mobile, flexible and on the move.  I will reiterate again the words of wisdom from those youthfully aging patients of mine—as well as their family members—the secret to aging well they share with me when I ask:  1:  keep moving, and 2:  do what makes you happy.


Gail and Suzanne are walkers.  Walking is one of their preferred forms of exercise.  That, along with riding their bikes.  They are biker babes, I am not.  They both agree that walking for exercise heals the body, clears the mind and keeps them going physically and mentally.  We all took that cue from Mom.

Gail is non-stop, as you likely already gathered.  One of her gigs keeps her on her feet late in the evening hours. Walking the next morning gets her in the groove again.

If you don’t already walk for exercise, consider taking that wisdom, along with all the other wisdom from Mom—and from us– we have offered in previous posts.


Gail’s comfy shoes


Suzanne’s comfy shoes


My running/walking shoes.  The late-summer stickers are in full bloom.

The only equipment one needs for walking is a comfortable pair of shoes.  Comfy and flexible clothes help, but I often take off for a walk in my jeans. 


Learning to walk is perhaps one of the two most important milestones of the first year of life—give or take a few months.  That, along with the first word, seem to be the two developmental milestones we instinctively look for in a developing infant.  “One year, one word,” is the guideline we give parents as speech therapists.  Walking typically starts anywhere from 9 months, and can start a few months past a year as well.

Sadly, when an adult suffers a stroke or serious head injury, often times we speak of this tragedy:  “They had to learn to walk and talk all over again.”  My role is in helping them to talk again, and I watch them as they learn to walk again.  I am always reminded to be grateful for these two amazing abilities.

One of the reasons I didn’t get the epic post finished for tonight is because of this:


Along with my husband and younger son, I spent the weekend in Wichita with the grandchildren while their parents were away.  He is eleven months old, and is walking quite well.   The real fun has begun.  Walk on!



Just like in the post three weeks ago, I am again wearing another Life is good shirt.  This one happens to say BORN TO RUN.  All of, however, are BORN TO WALK.