How Walking Helped Me Overcome Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (or ME)


Beautiful blossom.

So yesterday I needed to buy a frame for an upcoming art exhibition next week. It was a beautiful, early autumn morning - still sunny but with a hint of colder days to come. The framing shop is in the town I live in - maybe a 20 minute walk away. There's a steep hill too, with a fine view of the gleaming towers of Canary Wharf- the financial district of London.

I opened the door of the car. All the while my 'little voice' was saying, 'Walk Anthony - the exercise will do you good,' while I tried to argue that I was in a rush and needed to get there and back quickly.


I did walk in the end. I disciplined myself (how I hate that word!) despite the initial complaining of my body and ended up enjoying a lovely, bracing walk and feeling much better for it when I got home, frame under my arm.