After a nasty bout of Covid in 2020, I took up strolling to get match once more on the age of 63. As Stephen Emms discovered (A second that modified me: my husband and I cut up up – and I began strolling 15,000 steps a day, 17 January), it proved exhilarating and addictive, pushed by my Fitbit counter to attain longer walks till I used to be averaging 20,000 steps day by day. A 12 months later, I had developed an excruciating ache in a single heel (plantar fasciitis) and nauseating pains within the soles of my ft (Morton’s neuroma), which have led to eye-watering steroid injections in my toes and orthopaedic inserts in my footwear.
Whereas strolling is nice remedy, it’s actually essential to organize properly: a very good pair of strolling boots (vast sufficient for toes to unfold out), warm-up stretching of calves, and the wit to override the Fitbit calls for by listening to our our bodies and decreasing train ranges accordingly.
Nick Beddow
Hadfield, Derbyshire
