When I’m out there on the road everyday, doing my steps, I’ve noticed that there are a lot of people that I see everyday. In the morning, there’s an older guy on his touring bike, all decked out in a cool Tour de France uniform and helmet. He always says “good morning” as he whips by on his way up the hill.
Some days there are more Tour de France bikers. Our hills are grueling and probably great training terrain.
There are various people with dogs. The tall, thin woman who looks like her tall, thin greyhound. The puppy trainer. The elderly couple who take turns walking their tiny frou-frou dog.
All these faces are starting to look familiar, as I’m sure my face is. There’s a guy in my neighborhood who walks everyday, and he has been doing that for years. We’ve always referred to him as the “Walking Guy”. On any given day, at any given time, he can be found somewhere in a ten mile radius, just walking along. Sun, rain, snow, it doesn’t matter. He’s out there.
Recently, our paths crossed on the road, and I finally, for the first time, said something to him besides, “Hi”.
I asked him how far he walks in a day. The answer was seven miles. Seven miles! No wonder he’s always walking.
He said he doesn’t know why he chose that particular distance, but he’s done it every day since he retired. I was so inspired by that. I was beginning to feel that I was a little bit nuts for trying to walk 10,000 steps, or roughly 4 miles a day. It was really nice to finally connect with Walking Guy, and to find out that he walks for the sheer joy of it, too.
I continued on that day with a renewed inspiration and a new sense of camaraderie. But next time I see Walking Guy out there on the road, I’m going to remember to ask him his name.