I’ve been having a good time in Brighton. Monday and Tuesday was spent just walking around town. Both days I did about 8 miles, which for urban walking is rather good for me – I would normally do only half of that on a day out.
This actually fits in with my memories of Brighton and Hove. When I lived here, I used to walk everywhere, and thought nothing of it. Since moving away, I tend to walk a lot less, which is a major contribution to my weight. The fact of the matter is, it is easy to walk in and around Brighton and Hove, because it is all connected up with interesting stuff – unless you go out of your way to go down back streets and residential, there are no boring walks in the town
Walking along the sea front yesterday, there is a bench every 50 yards or so. Strangely, this means I am less likely to stop and take a breather, as there is always another bench not far off. And – hey presto – before you know it, you are at your destination, and you realise you haven’t stopped after all.
However, I admit that I have felt it afterwards. Last night, I was planning to go to the Brighton board game group’s Tuesday session, but I got back to my room, and couldn’t summon the energy to go out again. Not wishing to completely do myself in, I took the car out this morning and went for a drive out to Rottingdean, where I had an excellent fish lunch (baked, not in batter!). I’m meeting an old friend for dinner tonight, so I am taking an hour or so in my room to chill out, and then I am going to go out and take the bus back into town for another walk around the North Laines before going out to Hove for a curry.
The following is about the practicalities of walking for someone of my size, and may be Too Much Information for some folk, so feel free to skip it.