There was a brief news item in the Metro newspaper a couple of weeks back that read, ‘A
lifetime of brisk walking can make your “biological age” 16 years younger by mid life.
Health data from 405,000 Brits showed those who walked quickly had more of the DNA
that reduces ageing, a Leicester University study found.’
I didn’t know there was a kind of DNA that reduced ageing, but I’m no scientist.
In any case, it seems I’m doomed. I’ve never been a brisk walker. I just haven’t. I mean sometimes I walk faster than others, if I’m in a hurry or especially eager to get somewhere, but generally I’m a bit of an ambler if not a dawdler. It seems I’m walking all wrong.
It’s not the first time I’ve been told this. My dad was a great one for telling me that I was doing things wrong. Walking was just one of them.
He insisted that a boy should walk with arms swinging like pendulums: right foot and left arm forward, then left foot and right arm forward, I had difficulty with this, and I still do, but I see the point. The swinging arms surely help carry you forward.
Who knew? But my response to all this is pretty much the same as I said to my dad back in the day, ‘Leave me alone. I’ll walk to hell in my own way. And at my own pace.'
This is Raquel Welch in the Seinfeld episode where she doesn’t swing her arms:
And here she is in life – swinging with the best of them.
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