In line with my general self-improvement kick lately, I’ve taken to walking 3 miles around my neighborhood every day. It’s been great, and I’ve been enjoying myself. So yesterday I’m in the home stretch, and on the opposite sidewalk I see a teenage girl pushing a baby carriage. I’m walking as fast as I can push myself, while she’s ambling along, pushing the pram, casual as can be. We’re even. I keep pushing, but we stay even. I’m getting a little peeved, so I try hard to pass her, doing everything but break into a run. Meanwhile, she’s strolling along like she’s on the boardwalk at Atlantic City. We’re still dead even! Finally, after two blocks, I give up and stop, just enough to let her rocket on past so I don’t feel too embarrassed that I’m still trying to keep up.
God I’m old.