You know how you keep saying you’ll go out for a walk, and then don’t? Then think it might be a bit tiring, so don’t? Then eat a cake (or three), then don’t? Then just don’t? Guilty as charged. I'm unfortunate enough to be intrinsically lazy. I love walking, but faced with the tough choice of another chocolate HobNob or getting a bit puffed out on a big hill, I'll go for the instant gratification and non-sweaty option. Mind you, I do get quite excited about biscuits, so sometimes it’s hard to spot the difference. This has presented me with a bit of a problem. I'm now seriously unfit, having done just one walk in 2011. So I decided to set myself a little challenged for 2012 - Walk 200 miles during the course of the year. Sounds easy, right? Yeah - I've only got to do 3.8 miles per week. I have set myself some rules - strolling to The Bakehouse in Arnside for a cappuccino doesn't count; it has to be a walk for the sake of a walk. Distances of under a mile do...
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