How do you recover from a shocking blow to an iconic marathon? The same way you train for it: one step at a time.
How do you restore a community flattened in a flash explosion? The same way you built it: one step at a time.
How do you fight a frightening disease? One step at a time.
Mountains? Finish lines? Cancer? Projects? Experiments? Recipes? Games? Training runs? Recoveries? Research? Mondays?
One step at a time.
In honor of Boston and Sandy Hook, West and the Midwest, runners and spectators, victims and heroes, teachers and students, sisters and friends, we offer full hearts and five words.
One step at a time.
We solicited help from our family for this post. Please enjoy the pictures they sent…
Charlie sent this one step at a time shot of his size sixteen foot on a New York City street on a Sunday afternoon.
My six-year old niece Erin took one step at a time to figure out her winning move. Thanks to her mom for sending this shot.
Katherine and her friend Tiffany took one step at a time to make homemade soap on Saturday in Chicago.
This is me and my shadow taking one step at a time through a sacred labyrinth in Appleton. The walking meditation reads: what is it to be a spiritual pilgrim but to give oneself over to the journey, to the path, to let go of the trying and to simply be led.
My 10-year old niece Olivia sent this stylish shot of one step at a time in pretty pink heels.
Here’s Molly’s one step at a time to apple pie.
Vince took one step at a time up these steps carrying a parking bumper during our summer boot camp class.
My 17-year old nephew Michael sent this cool graphic representation of one step at a time.
Vinnie sent this picture from the Farmer’s Market in Madison. Here’s his story:
“I was walking by this little girl in pink and her mom. The girl kept asking about if they were almost to the donuts and her mom kept on saying “a couple more stands.” At a certain point she latched on her mom’s arm in desperation. I ran ahead to take a picture. I didn’t get a chance to see them at a donut stand but I can guess that the donut she ate was probably the best one in her life. Her mom could have picked her up, but by taking things one step at a time, she taught her daughter that the wait is hard but the end reward is that much better.