It must have been 10 years ago...I started walking...it wasn't pretty, or romantic...the first day 1/4 mile to the stop sign & back....it was ugly and painful. Everything hurt and I really never wanted to do that again. But by the end of that summer I was walking 4 miles. Over the years I was often angry & resentful because I hated walking alone even more so, I hated starting a program with someone and them having the other person bomb out for whatever reason leaving me high & dry. It was always nice to have someone to distract me from the task at hand (or feet) to make the clock tick quicker and the pain dissipate...like either of those are even possible? Over the years I have walked with people who are much quicker & some a little slower. I have walked up & down hills, on trails, paved streets and best of all on sandy beaches. More often than not I had someone with me, unfortunately until they found something better to do. The few times I walked alone