For the past three years I lived in London without a car. If I needed to get somewhere, I had a few options: catch the bus, jump on a tube, grab a Boris bike or walk. That’s just how it is. In Australia it’s a different story – cars are the norm (cycle friends don’t be offended, this too is a growing trend that is great to see). Since arriving back, I have either driven, or been driven to my destination. I have been very lucky that the parents have handed over the keys without hesitation or been gracious chauffeurs.

The other day I had another ‘light bulb moment’…

I had to head into town to run some errands. Instead of stealing mothers car, I decided to throw on my gym gear and sexy pink fluro nikes with the intention of walking around town and then home.

What did I discover? Walking around Ipswich and home is no different to walking around London and home (except for the scenery). My legs still worked the same, the more I moved forward the closer I got to my next pit stop…and I really enjoyed it.

Another positive to setting out on foot is it’s the only thing I have been given approval to do from my Physiotherapist. I am not sure it’s exactly what he had in mind when he said I should include ‘some’ walking.

So if you see me around town, don’t let my fluro pink nikes stop you saying hi…

No rest for these pink shoes!