I set a goal to walk a nearby hill every day. Sometimes I made it, sometimes not.
What I noticed, though, is that the more I walk it (albeit huffing and puffing), the easier it became. That is not to say that it's easy. I still huff and puff. But I'm not huffing and puffing as much as I once did.
It reminded me of President Grant's quote: "That which we persist in doing becomes easier; not that the nature of the thing itself has changed, but that our ability to do it has increased."
My ability (miniscule) as it is to walk the hill has increased. With each step, each breath I took, the task became a little bit easier.
Joy for today: taking steps, taking breaths.