Twice a week we pound the local pavements for an hour and a half, two hours. Last week we walked a round ten miles from Victoria Station and back again (via the pub). If I'm without my walking buddy I'll go to the gym and notch up a couple of miles on the treadmill.
I'm not one of life's natural gym bunnies. Let me explain:
|Elle in Legally Blonde, smartening up on a treadmill|
|Cleveland, The Cleveland Show, via here|
Richard Marx – Colder
When I walk at 7.5km/h I look a bit like this (which is sadly unsustainable for 26.2 miles but I do try):
|via here. (PS I'm less pixellated when I walk.)|
Tanita Tikaram – A Good Tradition
Electric Light Orchestra – Hold On Tight
Jane Wiedlin – Rush Hour
Planet Perfecto – Bullet In The Gun
The O. T. Quartet – Hold That Sucker Down (Builds Like A Skyscraper Mix)
Natalie Browne – Marvellous
Siouxsie & the Banshees – Passenger
The Miracles – Love Machine
Sash! – Stay
So quite an eclectic collection!
I'm currently reading Haruki Murakami's What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. I don't run (my body wasn't built for it, is my excuse) but I can relate to, and appreciate, a lot of what he says about the correlation between writers who run (or in my case walk) long distances. And about accepting the limitations and reality of your own body as it goes through the ageing process. And about finding your own way, essentially.
But regardless of all these statistics, tricks and training regimes the crucial thing to me is to start the walk, sustain the walk, and complete the walk.
OK, the training is important, of course, but nothing really prepares you for the main event and often it's adrenalin and willpower, rather than physicality, that get you over that finish line.