Today I walked the Crim race in Flint.  It’s a ten mile “race” that I have never raced, but always run before.  Today was the first time I ever walked the 10 miles.  I had the official pink number pinned onto the front and back of my shirt, so that course monitors could make sure I didn’t cheat and run any part of the course.  Right.  Like that was going to happen!

I happened to meet a woman just before the start standing next to me who walked a bit faster than me.  We ended up walking the entire course together, which made it a lot more fun.  I was able to tell her about the route as it was her first time doing the ten miles, and she and I shared stories about our lives.

I had hoped that walking this event would inspire me to get back to running.  I assumed that there would be portions of the course that would beg to be run instead of walked.  But I was wrong.  I had such a good time walking it at a 16 minutes per mile pace that I didn’t consider any part of it runable!

I’m wondering if I have turned into a walker from a runner.  Being a walker was something my mother was; I hadn’t thought I had aged so fast.  This will require some thinking.