One small step…
Once, there was a little girl who tripped over her own feet – literally. Oh, the humiliation of going frog hunting with my cousins and jumping over a puddle and falling in. Yep, not sporty. At all. Years passed and I can confidently say that, during that time, my sporting expertise was, er, marathon shopping – I reckon I had a black belt in that. But when my son was small and we adopted a dog, I began getting up early to walk him and discovered the simple pleasures of seeing strawberry sunrises, where the sky would flush bright pink before exploding into full daylight. It was magical. At the end of my route, I found a gully with steep steps – 150 of them – and started to set…