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I gotta figure out what my walking pace is. When Dude and I walk together, I’m constantly tugging at his arm to get him to slow the fuck down; he’s six-three (lately he thinks he’s six-two and everyone who says they’re six-two but are shorter than him is lying, that’s his thesis) and tends to hustle. He told me he’s had a lot of time to himself this summer, and so knows with pretty good certainty that on an average day on flat terrain with a good surface and not much traffic, his walking pace is a mile in twenty minutes.
Both directions, to and from work yesterday, I made the distance in 24 minutes. My watch told me I’d walked 1.7 miles. My first look on Maps’ walking directions told me 1.6 miles. But just now I zoomed in and tweaked the route and got 1.4 miles.
I have a nagging suspicion that I walk faster when I’m alone than I want to walk when I’m with Dude. A mitigating factor might be that I’m often in heels when we’re walking together, and he has absolutely zero awareness of this. (He does better at it ever since one night when we were on a date he zoomed off down the street and I messily wiped out in platform stilettos on cobblestones. I was unhurt, thanks to nine years of derby reflexes, but there were witnesses and they were all absolutely horrified that he’d left me alone to deal with the cobblestones; I had said, immediately before I fell, “Dude where the hell did you go come back here!” but he wasn’t paying attention.) (I also think more about terrain when choosing shoes. Also I don’t wear platform stilettos ever since the terrible ankle injury; for a while, my ankle ligaments were just too loose to allow me to even stand up in shoes like that, and I put away the ones I owned.)
Anyway– we’ll see today, how fast I can do the walk. I’m not interested in setting speed records but I’m interested in not wasting time.
None of this matters but sometimes you blog about boring shit if you got your start using Livejournal as an actual journal.
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I gotta figure out what my walking pace is. When Dude and I walk together, I’m constantly tugging at his arm to get him to slow the fuck down; he’s six-three (lately he thinks he’s six-two and everyone who says they’re six-two but are shorter than him is lying, that’s his thesis) and tends to hustle. He told me he’s had a lot of time to himself this summer, and so knows with pretty good certainty that on an average day on flat terrain with a good surface and not much traffic, his walking pace is a mile in twenty minutes.
Both directions, to and from work yesterday, I made the distance in 24 minutes. My watch told me I’d walked 1.7 miles. My first look on Maps’ walking directions told me 1.6 miles. But just now I zoomed in and tweaked the route and got 1.4 miles.
I have a nagging suspicion that I walk faster when I’m alone than I want to walk when I’m with Dude. A mitigating factor might be that I’m often in heels when we’re walking together, and he has absolutely zero awareness of this. (He does better at it ever since one night when we were on a date he zoomed off down the street and I messily wiped out in platform stilettos on cobblestones. I was unhurt, thanks to nine years of derby reflexes, but there were witnesses and they were all absolutely horrified that he’d left me alone to deal with the cobblestones; I had said, immediately before I fell, “Dude where the hell did you go come back here!” but he wasn’t paying attention.) (I also think more about terrain when choosing shoes. Also I don’t wear platform stilettos ever since the terrible ankle injury; for a while, my ankle ligaments were just too loose to allow me to even stand up in shoes like that, and I put away the ones I owned.)
Anyway– we’ll see today, how fast I can do the walk. I’m not interested in setting speed records but I’m interested in not wasting time.
None of this matters but sometimes you blog about boring shit if you got your start using Livejournal as an actual journal.
(Your picture was not posted)
