never *pant* judge a *gasp* book by its *puff* cover

One of my co-workers called me this afternoon and asked if I was working out today, and if I wanted to walk with her. I almost never turn down an invitation (and she's one of the people I actually like around here), so I met her in the locker room and we went to the track.

Now, this girl is 5 feet tall, maybe 5'2" with shoes on, so I'm anticipating a nice, easy walk. I've got about 3 inches of leg on her, after all, and I'm a reasonably fast walker with my 16.5-minute mile average, right? Oh, what a silly, silly fool I was.

Holy crap, this girl could MOVE. From the second we stepped onto the track, I was struggling to keep up with her. At first I thought it was that I just wasn't warmed up yet, but when I looked down after the first lap, we were going almost 4 mph! I couldn't believe it. I commented during the 2nd or 3rd lap that she walked fast for a little person (which may have been offensive, now that I think about it, but I meant it in the nicest way possible). She said that all her friends are tall, so she walks fast so she can keep up. Yeah, buddy...I know THAT feeling.

We managed 2.5 miles in less than 40 minutes, and it may have even been 3 miles. She lost track because of the talking, and I lost track because I had to put every ounce of concentration I could muster into keeping up with her.

I mean, I was never working so hard that I couldn't maintain the conversation, and it was fun to have a really challenging walk for a change. That was definitely the fastest walking I've done for any kind of distance...not quite the leisurely stroll I was expecting. :)