I had another blog topic rattling around in my head this morning, something about March coming in and going out like a lion, when I read an op-ed in today’s Washington Post. It’s the opening of baseball season, America’s national pastime, wrote Matthew Algeo, but long ago, fans gathered to watch another sport, competitive walking.

It was called pedestrianism, and it involved people walking around a dirt track for six days at a time. The races lasted for 144 hours (with participants napping on cots), included heavy wagering and winners (the celebrity athletes of their day) could take home as much as $425, 000 (in today’s currency).

At first, I checked my calendar. Could this be an April
Fools joke? But no, it’s still March. And yes, pedestrianism was a genuine phenomenon.

The author’s point was cautionary: Pedestrianism was in part done in by doping scandals. At one time in our nation’s history no one could have predicted that it wouldn’t have remained the nation’s pastime forever.

But I take something different from the piece. For a walker in the suburbs, it’s funny proof of how once walking was king.


(Wikipedia: An 1836 illustration of a “Walking Wager”, from Peter Piper’s Practical Principles of Plain and Perfect Pronunciation, by Anonymous, Philadelphia.)