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At the beginning of 2015 I started a challenge which required me to walk 4km a day for a month.
I don’t know where I saw the idea or why I was attracted to it, but I was really enjoying it.
I was enjoying it so much that I was 57 days in.
Most days I had walked further than the minimum of 4km. I had walked over 250km and I was feeling pretty damn good about myself. If I’m totally honest, I was certain that the posts I had planned in my mind about the challenge would no doubt be fitspo to many and that I was on the verge of big things. I really am full of myself sometimes.
Day 57 changed everything though.
On day 57 I pooped myself when I was 4km from home. 4km. Four freaking kilometres.
