I know I need to change my lifestyle in order to heal, so I’ve committed myself to walking half an hour a day. Just for a week. Just to see if I can. Just to see if I can finally develop and stick to an exercise habit for the first time in my lazy, slippered, seated life.
I’ve just completed Day 2. Half an hour of Nicki-Minaj-fuelled marching around the dog-shit-filled streets of Rugby. Yay me. (Am I supposed to ache this much?!)