I went for a hike today, and instead of aiming for a certain number of miles, I aimed for a certain destination: the bench at the top of Lunsford Hill in Percy Warner Park. It had been a long time since I hiked in this particular park, and I realized I had been avoiding going there because I was worried that I wouldn't be able to hike as far as I used to before my surgery. At some point, I decided not to focus on my mileage, but to aim, instead, at making it to this bench because the view is worth it. By the end of my hike, I had gone 5.82 miles and climbed 31 floors worth of hills. Was it my longest hike ever? No. Was it one of my best hikes ever? Yes. It's easy to go for a long hike when I'm feeling well and nothing hurts and my Crohn's is in check. The hard thing is starting over after life knocks you flat on your butt. Here's to having the courage to begin again. Anyone want to go on this journey with me?