Is it just ME?

Or is going for a walk utterly pointless?

CAN anyone explain what’s so good about putting one foot in front of the other? I am always baffled when people list ‘walking’ as a pastime. As far as I’m concerned, going for a walk is as pointless as watching afternoon telly.

Walking may exercise my legs but it wears out my knees, hips and feet and gives me corns.

As for the obligatory 10,000 steps — researchers recently found it might do more harm than good. I could’ve told them that!

For starters, if those of us in our 70s were to trudge the prescribed number, we’d never stop. Breakfast, lunch and dinner would have to be consumed on the move, never mind finding time to shop for the ingredients.

One walking enthusiast friend insists that if I were to walk everywhere, I’d feel more relaxed and see so much more than I do in a car. But I’ve lived in the same area for 40 years and know every brick of every building, thank you.

As for walking being a way to clear the mind, rubbish. The minute I set off for a walk my thoughts are hijacked by worry.

Trump. Syria. Whether I left the window open and, if so, what burglars are taking from my house.

Once, I suggested to an avid walker that a pedometer might ratchet up my step count if I included steps taken going to the loo during the night or running downstairs to answer the front door.

But he claimed that kind of walking ‘didn’t count’. Why not? He couldn’t say.

So-called health experts say walking could add seven years to my life. But where’s the pleasure in that, if half of them are spent just wandering the streets, going nowhere?

Walking as a way to relax? Rubbish! The minute I set off I’m hijacked by worries