Growing up in New York means you learn to walk very, very quickly.
Being pretty out of shape for most of your life means you run–let’s say jog–pretty slowly.
As I set out for my run on Wednesday morning, I wondered if it’s possible that I walk faster than I run. Turns out the answer is. . . not quite. I actually impressed myself with my speed. I was aiming for 10 minute miles but ran the first mile in 8:47 and the second in 9:12 (with a three minute walking break in between). Those are definitely PRs for me!
Guess I have to pick up my walking pace to match!