I walked to work today. In London! That’s really living the dream.
Generally, you only get to walk to work if you live in a tiny town somewhere with one shop and one house and you live in one and work in the other.
It took 45 minutes, which was my best case guess. And I felt really good.
I’m going to start doing this more. Not only does it save me money (£1.35 each way on the bus – which adds up over a year), but also it’s healthy!
At Christmas when I went home I took a picture of myself to draw. Due to an optical illusion I looked really fat, and I had a hideous premonition. I’d really hate to be massively fat. I should add, despite the fact I work in IT, and my hobby is sitting in front of a computer not moving very much, I’m actually pretty slim. I guess when you’re hobby is not moving very much it can go either way.
It’s beginning to occur to me that I’m reaching the stage in my life where I may have to do something to keep looking like this. Oh, ageing!
My attitude towards exercise is largely the same as my attitude to backing up my stuff:
- It must be free.
- It must not affect my life.
I’ve realised this is probably a little harder to achieve with fitness.
But I’m reminded of when L and I lived in Dulwich. She had to walk up a hill to get to the train station. She said she kept in shape doing that more than any gym membership or exercise regime.
I guess the thing here is, if it’s “automatic” (in the sense you have to do it), you will do it. If it’s optional, then you won’t. “Oh I don’t feel like the gym today, I’ll go another day”, you’ll moan to yourself.
One thing that surprised me about my walk to work was how much it took out of me. I’m not sure I’m quite ready to walk 3 miles, work a full day, then walk 3 miles back just yet. But if I walk there each morning and get the bus back, not only is there a financial reward for me (as long as I don’t spend it on chocolate when I get there), but it will boost my fitness too.