Every Step Counts

footprints in frost

Last year, I wore one of those fitness trackers for a couple of months and became mildly obsessed with how many steps I took each day. Then the battery ran out and the tracker was put to one side and forgotten. But when I was counting the steps, I wondered about the value of some. After all, there’s a world of difference between pottering around the kitchen while baking on a Sunday afternoon and power walking up a hill.

What if some of those steps were worthless? A study from the University of Cambridge revealed that a brisk twenty minute walk every day reduces the risk of early death by 25% but is a casual saunter of any benefit? I thought about some of the steps I’ve walked in the past week in speed order:

The Supermarket Shuffle. A ponderous walk also requiring negotiations around static and slow moving obstacles.

The Sunday Saunter. A postprandial amble with time to stop and talk with friends and neighbours or watch paramotors.

morning sun on foggy day

The Mindful Walk. Looking around at the landscape, stopping to photograph the light shining through the branches on a foggy morning or feeling the crunch of ice beneath the feet.

The Thinking Walk. There seems to be an optimum speed at which my brain works best and I can mull over problems or make grand plans. Bill hates it when I return from a walk with the words “I’ve been thinking …”

The Dog Walk. Brisk walking interspersed with stops to attach or remove the lead, backward walking as I scan the horizon for my dog and bending down to nip under barriers.

The Nordic Walk. Fast walking, propelled by poles. Only undertaken in a group away from home as I feel too self-conscious to stride out with poles around the farm.

The Walking Netball Walk. Very fast walking in short spurts co-ordinated with catching and throwing a ball and avoiding collisions with other players.

While I might not be getting an intense aerobic workout from all these forms of walking, I enjoy them and they get me outside in all weathers (apart from supermarket shopping). If being outside and active makes me happy then it must be doing good so it doesn’t surprise me that Natural England have concluded that walking can result in improved self-esteem and mood states.

Phew! Those steps are all worthwhile. They just have different values.

Do you walk for pleasure? Are you a mindful walker embracing the world with every step or do you stride purposefully from A to B?

You might also like to read these articles about the joys of walking:

Daily Walks

Hygge – Celebrating the Cold, the Bleak and the Blissful

Waste Not Those Feet

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Diary of a Mitten Knitter

knitting mittens

Decide that Morris the fox terrier must be kept on lead  through farm yard on morning walk as he has taken to dropping heavy stone onto partially frozen pond and skidding across ice to retrieve it. Note that on cold, frosty mornings fingerless mittens do not offer enough protection when holding the lead and search out proper gloves. Find two left gloves but matching right gloves are elusive. Finally discover pair of gloves at back of drawer behind assortment of woollen hats. Try gloves on but cannot get all fingers into gloves. Curse Dupuytren’s contracture. Remember pair of Marks & Spencer sheepskin mittens received as Christmas present in 1980s and hopefully look in wardrobe for them. Curse all magazine articles encouraging us to throw out unwanted clutter.

Settle down for evening in front of fire with knitting pattern for mittens and wool left over from previous projects. Discover wool is wrong thickness for pattern. Find pattern for fingerless mittens suitable for my wool. Knit mitten using combination of patterns and possibly wrong sized needles. Try on mitten. Too short. Unravel part and reknit. Laboriously weave in and cut off loose ends. Work out there is too little pink wool left to match cuffs and thumbs on second mitten. Also did not make note of alterations. Consequence: will have two mittens not a pair of mittens.

Sidetracked by pattern for Mittens for Babies. Have correct wool and needles. Start knitting and discover it possible to knit one mitten in an evening. Knit two matching pairs during week. Try them on elder grandson. Surprised that they fit and more surprised that he wears one pair when he leaves. Without complaint.

Abandon idea of knitting second mitten for me. Resolve to hold lead only in right hand and keep left hand in pocket.

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Paramotors

paramotor flying above Great Notley

Over recent years there has been a craze around here for paramotors, which take off a couple of fields away to circle around and around the fields. With none of the grace of a floating hot air balloon or the usefulness of an aeroplane, paramotors are the wasps of the aviation world. In short, they are a pesky buzzing nuisance.

When the people flying these paramotors see a walker or horse rider, their instinct is to come across to take a closer look. Then they decide to entertain us with a few swoops before they head off across the field getting so low that their feet skim the crops and they have to rise up to clear the hedge at the end. Sometimes they come in pairs and chase each other up and down the fields, ascend above the trees and dive back down.  I think they do to it impress, but quite frankly I think they’re just twits*.

Last weekend, having endured the antics of one paramotor circling around us for ages, we watched in amazement as another appeared in the distance at too low a height to clear the high voltage electricity wires. Thankfully, before he reached them, he gracefully descended into the middle of the field. It was an odd place to come down, so we assumed he had problems with his equipment and as he appeared unscathed by his descent, we weren’t too sorry for him. Not even when we calculated that he would have to walk for at least a mile carrying his motor and paraglider wing until he reached the nearest road.

 

*That’s possibly not the word I use while they’re buzzing above my head.

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