It is no coincidence that we have launched The EverWalk Mile during the Corona pandemic. Yes, we have had dancing in our imaginations, since we opened our EverWalk doors five years ago, leading a national movement of daily walking. But, perhaps the ultimate irony, our stay-at-home lifestyles we Americans have adhered to for the most part over recent months has left many of us with walking as our main relief from isolation.
In our urban, suburban and rural op-ed pages, all across the country, people report seeing people walking in their neighborhoods in numbers never before witnessed. This doesn’t seem to be hard-core fitness walking. These Americans aren’t cranking their arms, busting down the street to set a speed record. These are couples strolling after dinner. Dog-owners taking Fido for his second or third outing on a beautiful day. Families spending some time together, stopping to notice the flowers at the corner, flowers they’ve never paid much attention to before.
We are, by virtue of collectively participating in the only safe, easy, free activity available to all of us, becoming better neighbors. It’s a daily happening Mr. Rogers could get behind.

I have lived in two different houses in the same neighborhood for some twenty-five years. I’ve been walking my different sets of dogs here for all that time, taking note of the various colorful birdbaths, the blossoming of magnolias come spring, the guy who restores vintage cars down the way. But it’s only these past few months, the Covid months, that I’ve actually gotten to know many of my neighbors themselves. All manner of people I don’t think I’ve ever seen, except perhaps in cars swooshing by, are now waving to each other. We all wear masks. We all give each other plenty of space to pass….or we politely cross the other side of the street, to give each other even more room. We stop and chat across the street, telling each other where are homes are, asking how kids have done with home schooling, checking in on the recent alarming numbers of new Covid cases in California.


The song “What a Wonderful World” captures so much of what we believe in here at EverWalk, allowing ourselves on walks to be enraptured by trees of green, skies of blue, clouds of white, colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky. And the lyrics to the song—most famously sung by Louis Armstrong and later Iz Kamakawiwo’ole—go beyond our embracing the beauty of nature but to our reaching out to our neighbors. “I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do.” Well, we’re not shaking hands right now but we seem to be saying plenty of “how do you do’s”.
We carefully considered the distance that would be right for everybody to make walking an automatic part of our daily lives and we came upon One Mile by simple analysis of time commitment. Yes, on the absurd end, race walkers can go a mile in 5 ½ minutes. Even among our intrepid EPIC EverWalkers, we have extraordinary individuals who can clock many consecutive miles at under 13 mins per. But for most of us mortals, 15 minutes per mile would be an effort, needing to swing the arms with gusto. 20 mins per mile would fall into a comfortable gait and anywhere up to some 30 mins per mile would still be moving along, enough to open the lungs, to ask the heart for some extra flow of oxygen, enough to get the legs striding with strength.
But any one of those miles, at any one of those speeds, brings us in touch with our neighborhoods. I happen to do all kinds of pretty extreme exercise, including medium-to-long walks. But I expressly walk my old hound dog Teddy one mile every single day, That’s my dedicated EverWalk Mile. It’s my bonding time with Teddy. It makes me so darn happy to see him still under his legs, still taking in every scent, inspecting each bush. It’s my time to slow down and observe. How can I walk the precise same blocks every single day and yet I notice some pattern on a flower, some geometry of a tree’s branches, I’ve never noticed before.

Yet more than anything, what’s new on my EverWalk Mile walks with Teddy each day is my neighbors themselves. An English woman came out her front door yesterday, with her English bulldog, and we walked several feet apart together down the block, fascinated by the fact that some English, such as herself, keep their crisp and charming British accents, even after years living here, while other Brits lose their accents to broad American strokes very quickly. Here we were, neighbors evidently for a long time, but now for the first time neighbors saying “How Do You Do.”
Many of us across the country speak of values and habits we’ve garnered since early March, things such as cooking good healthy dinners, that we intend to continue, even when and if non-Covid life returns. The value and habit we by all means envision continuing is daily walking. The EverWalk Mile’s time has arrived.
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This is just so very lovely!!
Thank you Diana….a much needed perspective
Diana, I have almost the opposite experience. We have lived on our street for almost 9 years and I know all of our neighbors first and some last names too- I love each and every one of them. My next door neighbor whom I share a mailbox post with (his name is Mel), we meet at the “Mel” box once a week to catch up. I feel like I’ve been MISSING my neighbors since the pandemic started. I used to give all my neighbors hugs. Now, we just wave and yell. It’s definitely awesome to hear that you’re having a great experience now that you’re getting to KNOW some your neighbors. I definitely like focusing on the positive. That’s fantastic! I hope the friendships continue! Enjoy!
My thoughts exactly! I’ve lived in this suburban house for 28 years and rarely saw anyone walking until recently. So nice to wave and say hello (while socially distanced).
Hi, Kiril…that’s such a tender story. By the way, you should be part of our Book Club. Just the way you tell the story of this gentleman you run into on a frequent basis reminds me somewhat of the Pilgrimage of Harold Fry. We’d love to have you join us!
You nailed it. That is exactly what I am seeing. People are learning that walking is something that they can easily do to get some much needed exercise. And as you noted, people can see things that they never noticed before. Indeed, when I switched from cycling at 15 mph to walking at 4 mph, I realized how much more of my surrounding I could actually notice. Keep walking!
Great article Diana. I love my neighborhood and know most people… or at least their dogs. Everyone seems more eager to chat, say hello nowadays, which is great. And I always see something new, everyday, when I walk.
You see something new just about every walk….isn’t that just amazing, Beth? It’s such a different and pleasant part of the walking experience, observations, than swimming or cycling or even running.
Oh sweet..keep blogging please. Always enjoy reading your work.
Hi, Valerie. Glad you enjoyed the blog. I miss walking with you, chatting with you.
In my neighborhood people just stay indoors except for some smokers, so every once in a while I get to say good morning to someone. But, there is a park down the street with about a mile and a half of a walking trail which has about tripled with the number of walkers/runners/cyclists using it. Some mornings It almost feels like I’m in early morning traffic. We all say good morning to each other and keep our distance, it’s nice.
Hi, Trixi. It astounds me that someone like you can report that even your crowded morning park seems safe because everybody acs responsibly. How in the world can these people who call the virus a hoax or just don’t believe they will get it or carry it without symptoms and give it to others still be living so far from science and reality?
Great Article!
In my apt complex, the route I take to and from my mail box, to and from the outside world, beyond the complex, takes me past a building where an older black man often sits outside his door…
I first noticed him in March as I began my injury rehab, and we often spend time chatting.
Hi, Kiril…that’s such a tender story. By the way, you should be part of our Book Club. Just the way you tell the story of this gentleman you run into on a frequent basis reminds me somewhat of the Pilgrimage of Harold Fry. We’d love to have you join us!