What 10,000 Miles and 600,000 Feet Have Taught Me

In December 2024, I started on my journey.

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I didn't set out to walk more than 10,000 miles and climb more than 600,000 vertical feet in just 19 months. I didn't set out to average more than 20 miles a day.

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I just started walking.

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Along the way, life happened. Setbacks. Unexpected detours. Family responsibilities. Medical issues. Bad weather. Good weather. Days when everything felt easy, and days when nothing did.

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You can't avoid friction. You can't control everything. Plans change. Sometimes the outcome you wanted disappears, and you're left dealing with the outcome you actually have.

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The question isn't whether you'll encounter hot spots. The question is how you respond to them. A hot spot doesn't define you. How you respond to it does.

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Sometimes hot spots leave scars. Those scars aren't reminders of pain. They're reminders that you adapted, kept moving, and made it through something difficult.

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Over the last year and a half, walking became the platform for those lessons. It taught me patience. It taught me to trust myself. It taught me that setbacks are information and that adjustments are not weakness. Most importantly, it taught me that I can handle more uncertainty than I once believed.

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The miles happened because the system survived. The elevation happened because the system survived. The numbers are just the receipt.

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What I'm most proud of isn't the distance. It's that I built something durable. I kept adapting. I became more patient with myself. I learned to trust myself.

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The miles were never the point.

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The person who emerged from them was.

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