The value of ordinary walks

I try to walk at least 3 miles every day. Sometimes it’s a walk to the post office and errands in town, but most days it’s a couple of laps of the park, alone or with a friend. I vary it a little, lengthening it by going out to paths nearby, but it is pretty much the same every day. Depending on my mood, I might bring my camera along, and stop and observe the changing details of those familiar views, or simply walk at speed, eyes to the ground and podcast in my ears.

A river and water meadow, with the cloudy sky reflected in the water

I started walking more after my husband died. In his years of illness I’d cycle to work, to save time and be able to get home faster in an emergency. I still enjoyed walking when I could, but very rarely went for a walk with no place to get to. In the early weeks after his death going out and walking was a way of dealing with grief when it could no longer be contained indoors. The tears would often start rolling, hidden behind my sunglasses, as soon as I stepped out. Something about walking helped me, literally, move through grief. Observing nature changing with the seasons helped too - watching that summer fade away - everything else moving too.

When I went back to work, I chose to walk rather than cycle. I had more time than I could possibly need now, and found that my walk to and from work became my favourite part of the day. That’s when I started sharing the same view of the river, most mornings, on my Instagram stories, and little videos of my feet as I walked. I was looking for my place in this world, and this daily walk was part of it, somehow.

View of a river from a a bridge, with hazy winter sun

Then we were sent home, as the country and much of the world went into lockdown. At first I hardly left the house at all. I had a garden, so it seemed unnecessary. Then I allowed myself one walk a week, eventually moving to daily. I started to feel that need again, but for different reasons. It was the only time I spent outside my home, and, something that became surprisingly crucial to me, it was a way to exercise. I was already fairly active, but only in the sense of not avoiding physical effort: I’d walk or cycle everywhere, carry shopping home, always choose the stairs over a lift. But lockdown made me feel the need to move. I started practising ballet every day, and then, walking too.

Close-up of a seeded with droplets caught on a cobweb

And still, I walk. I am not a hiker. I don’t seek out new vistas or listen out for birds. Mostly, I walk, fast, the same route every day, earphones firmly in, lost in my own world - but breathing, and moving, letting any anxiety drift away, step by step, thinking about everything and nothing, in a completely ordinary, noisy, unremarkable walking ritual.


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Close-up of a seedhead by a river, with droplets caught in a a web
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