Stepping out

I’m determined to up my steps each day so I hit the magic 10,000, a figure dreamed up by a marketing campaign but not a bad one to aim for.

It’s the equivalent of 3.9 to 4.9 miles, depending on your stride length, speed and height.

I walk a couple of miles every day with the dogs but it’s not quite far enough, so I need to add a section at the beginning and end of the day to cover it.

Or otherwise achieve 7,000 steps every day, which the experts say is enough, especially when combined with some real bursts of energy.

I like what the British Heart Foundation has to say about walking: To boost the health benefits, aim to walk at a brisk pace, meaning you can talk comfortably but would be too out of breath to sing.

As someone who had a surprise heart attack ten years ago when I was fifty-four, that hits home.

Having had a bit of a slothful week of editing, where I mostly exercise my fingers while sitting at a laptop, I know I need to keep my body moving to improve my general fitness.

There’s more I can do but this is a good start. I’m not one for the gym or joining a class, preferring my own company and that of the dogs. I’m not an introvert exactly, and certainly not an extrovert but more of an omnivert, apparently.

Maybe I should lift a few weights next, or schedule my own personal dance class in the confines of my own home. Perhaps I should ask my old friend, over-50s fashion and lifestyle blogger Gail, at Is This Mutton?

All suggestions gratefully received.

In any case, eating more healthily and not drinking so much alcohol should help me achieve my goals.

I have a ‘health’ app on my phone but I don’t think it’s very accurate. I walked 3,790 steps this morning and several hours later it’s not showing any increase, even though I’ve got the phone in my pocket so steps around the house and up the stairs ought to count.

So I’ve ordered a ‘non-smart’ pedometer watch to help me in my quest.

It’s non-smart because I don’t want a watch to pay bills or receive calls and messages. For me, it’s better to be away from all that constant interruption, hence the need (I think) for a simple pedometer which also tells the time.

Along with that, I want to eat more healthily, cut down my alcohol intake and engage in constructive pursuits when I’m not reading and writing, rather than doom scrolling on my phone or laptop and getting depressed by a word gone mad.

I want to learn and see new things, whether it’s visiting an art exhibition or getting a close-up view of a golden beetle. I want to hear and identify birdsong and possibly learn the ukelele, although I don’t think I’m quite ready for that just yet.

Maybe just soak up the beauty of nature, as and when it happens. Live in the moment.

So there you go, those are my May resolutions – what are yours?

Have a great weekend.

Love, Maddie x

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Author: Maddie Grigg

Maddie Grigg is the pen name of former local newspaper editor Margery Hookings. Expect reflections on rural life, community, landscape, underdogs, heritage and folklore. And fun.

2 thoughts on “Stepping out”

  1. Yes, well … no such thing as May resolutions here Maddie. Still so much to do to the house; the last fortnight was pretty horrendous with workmen seemingly here much of the time. We fortunately think that this coming week maybe less fraught. Himself can concentrate on getting his flat pack greenhouse up and (perhaps) running. I can provide back-up there when required and. in between normal boring chores. carry on removing brambles, weeds and shrubs where he wants to grow veg.

    As for a pedometer – I always thought it would be a good idea and daughter gave me a small clip-onto-my-belt gadget. It was rather haphazard at counting and has disappeared somewhere into the ether. At 85 now (and a half) and walking dog early morning (she decides it’s usually a longish one of somewhere about 45-60 mins) and early pm one (shorter usually as she reckons she needs to rest a bit as greyhounds do) I have decided I can’t be bothered with number of steps. And with the steepness of these Welsh hills….

    I don’t have a mobile phone. I became teetotal in 2005 after having too much. My appetite is odd due partially to throat cancer meaning I have little sense of taste (and I lost my sense of smell with measles at a young age), so I don’t eat very much anyway – mostly eggs as I love them.

    So resolutions – NO! thank you.

    Good luck Maddie/Margery with whatever you decide to do either in France or back here in UK. (Sorry I’ve gone on a bit today!)

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  2. Gosh, Barbara, you are a beacon of inspiration! You must be doing a fair few steps with all that dog walking.

    Good luck with the greenhouse – I’m hoping mine will be up and running in the autumn. We shall see. Looks great in the brochure but I have the feeling it is going to be a bit more complicated than it appears in the brochure.

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