Never Again

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I normally enjoy most things that I do, but one thing that I’ve never really warmed to is walking or hiking over long distances. My mother adores going for long walks and I remember having to participate in many of them as a child and young teenager.

It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy exercise – I regularly played badminton, went to karate classes and I swam several times a week, but there was something about simply walking that I found boring and tedious.

One of my closest friends at school found an advertisement for a walking group and she begged and pleaded with me to join her. She was exercise obsessed, I was weak-willed and consequently one Sunday I found myself stood on the top of a hill with a group of strangers. We went through the introductions and polite conversation, and then we walked. And walked. And walked. FOR EIGHTEEN MILES.

What I had assumed was that ‘a walk’ would mean a leisurely stroll across the hills for a few hours. Instead, these people were machines. They set off at a pace that would have put them in competition with Olympians, and sometimes I almost had to jog to keep up whilst attempting to avoid an epic amount of goat poo. It was cold, it was windy and I returned home with blisters the size of two pence pieces from my mother’s hiking boots and an absolute promise to myself that I would never participate in anything like that again.

I’ve stayed true to that promise, and I can guarantee that the only time you’ll ever see me up a hill whilst wearing hiking boots is if… No, it’ll never happen.

What about you guys? Do you enjoy exercising or does the thought of having to hike up a hill make you reach for the remote control?

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Picture credit: The Great Outdoors.

 

16 thoughts on “Never Again

  1. Walking is, I think a solitary pleasure – certainly not 18 miles! I do 12k on a cross trainer with headphones blasting out ‘whatever’ every day (Christmas day included). I guess that makes me a Philistine – yet those solitary walks – across places like Jaw Bones in Dartmouth, Devon hopefully prove the opposite to be true. Jolly good read by the way.

  2. Oh man I hate exercise completely. I figure walking up and downstairs all day long 100 times a day is enough. But, and this is a big but, the weight has to come off …….. so I have to move – I will not walk 18 miles, ever.

  3. Walking is my chosen form of exercise, Suzie, so I go for it whole-heartedly. I can go for 3 1/2 miles at a good clip, out one way at our park by the lake, but I’m a bit slower on the way back. I’ve gone more than 10 miles, but never 18. That was too much. Yikes.

  4. Love Walking! I think when I do it a huge overdose of adrenaline is set free in my brain (or wherever it sets free), especially when I walk up a hill. No stopping until the summit has been reached πŸ™‚

  5. Oh, I love walking and hiking! If there is one form of exercise I would do it would be hill-walking… Absolutely love it, even though it makes me feel very unfit. Ireland thankfully has many hills around and I am in process of joining a local hillwalking club πŸ™‚ Nothing better than a full day of walking in the fresh air.
    I used to study tourism and camping/hiking/being a guide was a part of this. One of our final “tests” was a 2 day 35 mile walk with all the tents, etc on our backs. Best experience of my life! πŸ™‚

  6. 18 miles isn’t a walk. Walks I can do, I think 3ish miles though would be the limit of what can be considered a walk. Running however is something I abhor! In fact I think I’d rather walk that 18 miles haha.

  7. I love exercise but I despise repetitive exercise, like walking 18 miles. That’s crazy. The only reason to do that is if your car broke down 18 mikes from a petrol station and your mobile battery was dead.

  8. I don’t bother exercising at all. I’m always out of breath after a couple hundred yards, at best.

    The farthest distance I walked was about three miles to college most days in summer. There and back. Looking back, I’m not sure how I managed that. Certainly couldn’t now…

    My brother loves walking, though. He does a charity walk every year with a huge group up the beaches along the North East coast. Quite a large distance. He did invite me to it, but I was out of breath just thinking about it…

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