A Need to Walk (2014)
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As a child I grew up in a corner of England much loved by walkers, in the shadow of Kinder, where ramblers first seized the right to walk on its sides.
As an adult I lived in a compact but vibrant city (Manchester), and each evening I would cross it and see new things.
In March of this year I walked from my then home near Hammersmith Bridge in London, down to Putney, the reverse of the first quarter or so of the infamous Cambridge/Oxford boat race course.
On getting home, I felt a little funny, went to bed, woke with a fever and over the course of two weeks slowly lost the ability to walk. Eventually, I was diagnosed with a spinal abscess which was causing some neuropathy. It was removed. I spent a month in rehab learning how to walk a little again, but left in a wheelchair.
I now have daily physio, I walk with a stick for 10-15 minutes max at a time. My goal is to be able to walk as I once did, and then further: into the Lake District, into the Cairngorms or Alps, perhaps - and I've played with this as a charity gig to raise money for the unit that helped teach me how to walk again - across Europe.
Yesterday I managed to walk the shore of the Thames near Twickenham and Richmond a little - a spot Alexander Pope called home, and was once considered a latter day "Arcadia". It was glorious, but hard work.
If you have the ability to walk, do it. If you must take an audiobook or headphones, fine. But I encourage walking and thinking and noticing and looking.
Then tomorrow, repeat the same path, and notice how everything is slightly different. Become connected to those differences.
Repeat the next day/night at the same time, and the next, and the next. After a while you will become connected to a tempo for your environment. It doesn't matter if you're in the middle of nature, at the heart of a throbbing city, or what was until now a banal suburban sprawl: change is everywhere, and through walking we become connected to it.
Nothing makes me want to learn how to walk again well, than my memories of walks past prompting the opportunity for future walks.
Go walk, you'll thank me for it one day.
I wish you all the luck in your physical therapy.
AFAICT, this is more of a luxury available to folks with low trait neuroticism. It's like saying that motorcycle riding is a "largely a luxury available only to men". No, it's a luxury available to folks who are more willing to take risks with their personal safety. The gendered difference in risk exposure is much smaller than the one in how people respond to perceived risk (that is, women tend to have higher trait neuroticism).
I sometimes walk at night. Many people view it as weird or slightly deviant behaviour. But where I live it's very safe. Their loss.
Your original point was that there's some sort of imbalance in how dangerous things are to walk around, and that it's categorically worse for women than men, but you didn't substantiate that. You just sort of assume it must be true.
But males are much, much more likely to be the victim of murder and robbery, and slightly more likely to be threatened verbally. There are stats on this, look at the "Sex differences in crime" wiki page.
"Talk to more women" is a worthless response by the way, I see this answer way too often when someone making an unsubstantiated argument about gender is asked to back it up or faced with contradictory data. It's like saying that data should be subservient to the random opinions of whoever happens to be nearby at the time.
There are several videos of women walking alone in city streets while being discreetly filmed by an assistant walking in front of them. The men who approach them range from bold to aggressive to creepy. It's not the majority of men they pass--but it is way more focused attention than I would get as a man walking down the street, and all of it is unwanted.
In one video, a guy starts silently walking next to the woman for three blocks. That's nerve-wracking behavior, and this is in broad daylight. Given low light and an otherwise empty street, some of those same men would have no qualms about using force. The danger that an unknown man presents to a woman is much greater than the danger that he presents to a man.
To this day, I can't sit if I'm on the phone. I walk around my apartment in circles the entire length of the call. Only now, my parents don't know I'm doing it.