Even I am a little bit shocked I didn’t bail (best predictor of future
success bailing is past bailing, right?).
That said, I didn’t do myself too too proud and I also didn’t train.
I decided to view this all through the same lens I do most things: the acknowledgement life is my sport.
I walked everywhere when we lived in Oakland (everywherewhere. some farmers market visiting days I’d easily nail 30k steps).
I’ve continued that these past 25 days (but who’s counting?) back in the ATX as best I can.
I’ve convinced an equally nutball friend to join me in my ambles this weekend and made it a gadget-free, catching up on life, reacquainting myself with the Austin landscape 13.1 occasion.
(can I walk *twice* a 10k? we shall find out!)
Most interesting to me is how people have responded when I share my approach to the race on Sunday:
I’m just walking.
Runner. Non-runner. Friend. Someone I’ve just met
during yet another AWKWARD school pickup interaction the response in Austin has been the same:
Don’t put yourself down!
When I try and clarify (No, I mean I’m *only* walking.) it only makes matters worse.
You should be proud of that! Walking is great, Carla!
I know walking is great.
I know walking is enough.
*We* know the very act of getting off the couch & doing what we can when we can (which, for me, never equals a run) is a win.
I’m a proud walker!
It’s funny (odd not ha ha) the greater world offline & outside my door hears “only” and “just” as meaning less than when I fully intend it to convey exclusively.
(looks up from navel where she’s been gazing as she created this post)
- What are your experiences with surprising others by already knowing you’re enough?
- Have you done a race where you’ve chosen to EXCLUSIVELY walk?