After conquering the Two Rivers Bridge, I decided to take on the Big Dam Bridge. This bridge and I have sparred before. One fall day in 2007 I thought it would be interesting to walk the bridge. I made it to the middle, sat on one of the several park benches, and hobbled home. This time was different.
What got me across the bridge? A mixture of curiosity, determination, and a little guilt from not having walked on Monday. What got me back? The realization that the sun was setting and that my car was on the other side of the Arkansas river.
At 4,226 linear feet, a trip across and back is a little over 1.6 miles. Having walked at least a mile, and often two and a quarter miles a day, I felt ready for this. What I hadn’t counted on was the vertical component. The bridge towers 9 stories above the water. With one foot in front of the other, I made it to the top. The trip down the slope to the other side was actually pleasant.
Never a fan of exercise, I’ve actually come to enjoy the clarity that I find through walks like this one that push me beyond my comfort zone. Focusing on breathing and keeping a steady rhythm, the troubles of the day seem to vanish.
Did I tell you that I plan to climb Pinnacle Mountain some day?