The walking cure: when an injury forced me to slow down, I learned that we can only amble our way to wisdom | Justine Toh

Modern life is stuck on a treadmill and its pace exceeds human limits. What would it look like to step off? I can’t run right now – or what, for me, passes for running. I must walk, and I hate it. A tear in my right calf muscle has exposed me as a walking cliche of middle-class, middle-aged life: I overcompensate for a deskbound existence through bursts of physical exercise, but now with painful results.This 43-year-old body isn’t what she used to be. Continue reading...