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I used to scoff at the idea of high-intensity exercise, not understanding the appeal. Wine, movies, even model trains were more my speed. When it came to working out, I cried on pilates machines and made up elaborate excuses to skip classes. The very thought of sweating on a treadmill in a gym made me cringe in sympathy for those enslaved by the need to work out.

Despite my aversion, I did give various forms of exercise a chance. From swimming to barre, power yoga to boxing, nothing seemed enjoyable or affordable. Walking past a flashy gym near my home with a snack in hand, I pitied those inside, sweating away on the machines.

My athletic struggles were nothing new – mentally weak and resistant to discomfort, I had long convinced myself that I wasn’t the type to embrace physical activity. But then I discovered the simple joy of walking.

Moving to London out of necessity, I found solace in exploring the city by foot. Unlike back home in rural Northern Ireland, where a walk meant a drive to a destination for a predetermined route, in London, the world was my oyster. Highgate Cemetery, Hampstead Heath, even the quiet streets of Moorgate on weekends were all within reach. Walking became a liberating experience, covering ground and feeling truly free.

Realizing that movement didn’t have to be a punishment but could be a form of enjoyment was life-changing. Regretting all the sedentary years spent motionless, I embraced walking as a way to sneak in exercise without feeling like I was doing anything at all.

In the evenings, my 90-minute walk back home from work became a ritual of peace and reflection, a way to decompress from the day’s stresses. On weekends, I planned activities around walking, cherishing each step knowing there was someone special waiting for me at the end of the journey.

Recently, I tentatively re-entered the world of yoga, a practice I had abandoned long ago, only finding solace in the final relaxation pose. To my surprise, I found myself enjoying the entire class, returning week after week. However, the highlight remained the walk to and from the studio.

Walking, to me, is like hiding veggies in mashed potatoes – a sneaky way to get in exercise without feeling like it’s a chore. It’s become a vital part of my routine, a way to unwind, reflect, and enjoy the simple pleasure of putting one foot in front of the other.

Exercise enthusiasts and skeptics alike may relate to the evolution of my outlook on physical activity. While I may have found peace and joy in walking, others may discover their own form of movement that brings them similar fulfillment and contentment. Whether it’s yoga, running, cycling, or dancing, the key is to find what resonates with you personally and allows you to connect with your body and mind in a positive way.