The struggle for me is not the first or even the second day, it is the 10th or the 15th day. The fascinating things about this walking is that the whole time i was walking (except when I wanted to stop walking) I was thinking about living in Jesus' time, walking everywhere. It reminded me of when I first went to Ireland. At that time very few people in Dublin had cars. People rode bikes or walked or rode the rapid transit everywhere. There were no school buses, no 3rd cars, or even 1st cars.
It was hard for me coming from California where you hardly walk to your next door neighbors. In any event during this first walk I tried to put myself in the first century, fighting against the "norm" for what I believe, for the Christ I saw. Returning week after week to the temple, preaching the gospel, being thrown in jail by the same lot that took out Jesus. How brave they were Peter, James, John, and Paul.
Your body may be the temple, but mine fights against every good thing I try to do for it. And so today it fought and I fought back, not by pushing back, but by using as my mantra those wonderful words from Isaiah