Thirty-two years old, she didn’t even bother to train for it. Neither did I at when I went at forty, but I did at fifty, and good thing. The Way is not mountain hiking, but it’s not flat.
I didn’t want to do the Camino a third time, but I’m a bit envious that she’s off on an adventure. It’s a kind of adventure in slow-motion. You walk. Every day, you walk. That’s it. Your entire life slows down to 3 miles an hour. I loved that. (Also, I didn't--it was boring and it hurt.)
I’ve decided to go for a walk every day while Marz is walking, even just a little one. To the Turtle Fountain (where I’m sitting now) and back is only a mile. Continuing on and walking the path around the lake adds another three. Easy and flat. I’m on my feet a lot and carrying stuff at work, but I rarely get in the rhythm of a good walk.
If I’m feeling ambitious, I will walk up and down the hilly bowl in the park between my house and the lake. I lay down to take this panorama photo of the bowl, below. It looks ridiculously shallow, but that’s a good sledding hill behind me. For old-person me, it’s a workout.
Buen Camino!
