The times they are a-changing, and we have to change with them.
For instance, a month ago I would never have considered going for a daily walk. I do now, only because I dread the thought of not being permitted or able to leave the house at all. If that happens, at least I shall have had my fair share of fresh air and exercise. It is becoming a habit.
The first time I went any faster than walking pace, I realised how unfit I had become, partly because of ripping a muscle at the top of my leg a while back. Technically it is a ‘sporting injury’, but laughable to anyone who knows me. I deliberately make a point of speeding up any slopes, knowing it to be beneficial. Not a nimble trot, more of a leaden galumph, and only when no-one is looking. I don’t overdo it though – after all, you wouldn’t expect to take an old piece of flat-pack furniture you’ve had for years and shake it violently up and down without damaging it!
I’ve compared notes with other people in a similar situation and they have reported aching all over the first time. It has got easier with each passing day, though and there’s always something interesting to see.
Our ancestors went through troubling times and survived. Now it’s our turn.