According to the internet, walking is a waste of time. 

Suggest it and watch what happens.

The comments roll in.
The defensive ones.
The angry ones.
The ones that end in a question mark but are definitely not questions.

“I’ve got bad knees.”
“My back’s shot, dummy!”
“I hate people. And trees.”
“What if we don’t all have the same 24 hours in the day?”

I can’t help with the people or the trees, but your knackered knees and back likely come from your joints finally giving up the ghost after 30 years of carrying weight without building the muscle and strength to carry it.
A vicious cycle.

You think walking is pointless.
You move less, so your weight creeps up.
Your weight creeps up as your strength creeps down.
Your strength creeps down, and your joints think you’re taking the piss.

Can I tempt you to some beanless bean soup?

The Bean Soup Theory describes the tendency to project your own preferences, limitations, or experiences onto content that was never aimed at you. Like someone standing in a town square advertising guitar lessons, you walk by and get very cross because you weren’t looking for guitar lessons. Hat tip Ricky Gervais. (Not on everyone’s Christmas card list.)

That’s social media.

Me: “Walking is good, and it can improve your physical and mental health.
**Legaless: “What do all of us non-leggers do, smart guy? Insensitive prick.”

I get it: If you are not in possession of a pair of working legs, a post about the benefits of walking might touch a nerve...

A post on the benefits of walking was for anyone with a full set of working legs who is currently only using them to go back and forth to the kitchen, opening the fridge and cupboards in the hope that something more interesting has appeared since 12 minutes ago.

Wait.
It’s just walking.
Legs or not, it’s not enough to do anything.

I officially broke up with running during COVID.
Walking before was a time-waster.
Why walk 15 minutes when driving takes 2?
Like many during this holiday, I walked my rock-hard tooshie to the bone.
Walking away (away) from the troubles in my life, oh, to find a better place. (to cough in peace)

Most of my clients experience a knock-on effect when they walk more:
Their sleep improves. Tolerance for life’s shit goes up. They build a positive association with movement.
One positive. Leading to another. And another.
Movement begets more movement.

The average person is carrying more weight than their body can handle.
In a job they hate.
A relationship they endure.
Will likely never be willing or able to do anything about it.

A daily walk isn’t the fix. But it chips away.
It’s free. It removes excuses. It works. People hate that.
“Improving my health is more complicated than that.”
Hence why I’m too busy to do it.

Something that dull doesn’t & shouldn’t move the needle.
And yet...

Depression can’t hit a moving target.

It’s not a cure.
It won’t fix your job, your relationship or your joints alone.
If you’ve got a serious health condition, a shoulder hanging off or have recently noticed your one leg short, it’s best to see a doctor before you see me.

If, however, you’re the proud owner of working legs, walk them and your flabby tooshie over to my place.