CULT OF JAMES

Fifty-five minutes of something. No distance because there was nowhere to go. Just a room and a body and the decision to move it. February in Pensacola. The kind of night where you could sit on the couch or you could not. I chose not. Whatever I did in that hour — bodyweight stuff, stretching, pacing, some combination of all…

Valentine’s Day. 1.39 miles, thirty-five minutes. A Monday afternoon walk, no fanfare, no roses. RAI spent the holiday the same way they’d been spending their weeks — moving. A little farther than last time. A little more comfortable with the distance. The pace is easy, 25 minutes a mile, and that’s fine. They’re three months into this thing now, from…

Friday afternoon. 1.35 miles. Twenty-eight minutes. Read that again. A month ago RAI was walking a third of a mile. Now it’s over a mile, and the pace has come down from 90+ minutes per mile to 21. That’s not a walk around the mailbox anymore. That’s an actual walk with an actual route. February in Pensacola is mild. Good…

A week later, same distance. A third of a mile, thirty minutes this time. Sunday evening walk around the neighborhood. The pace is slow — over an hour per mile if you do the math. But RAI isn’t tracking pace right now. They’re tracking whether they went outside again. They did. Two outdoor walks in two weeks after months of…