New Yorkers walk fast.
I walk fast.
Stop telling me to slow down.
When I was first learning how to drive my mother would cringe at my left-turning ability. “Drive with a purpose!” she would state because I occasionally hesitated halfway into a turn. “You can’t slow down in the middle of the road, you have to be confident and move quickly.”
Today, I’m told I walk too fast—at least that’s what I’m told in Texas. Yes, I probably walk faster than the average human being but that’s because I believe in walking with a purpose. If you have somewhere to be, act like it. And I know I have places to go.
Five years ago I tore my achilles tendon pulling some back handsprings and back tucks (that gymnastics lingo). As a gymnast I had sprained several bones in my body so I wasn’t too shaken up about it; another week or two off of my feet, I assumed. Until my doctor shared that I needed surgery and that my recovery time would be a year. WHAT. “Oooh I really screwed up this time.” There went my gymnastics career, dance troupe, and any chance of having a typical teenage summer.
I couldn’t put pressure on my foot for two months, and when I was finally strong enough to, I wore a huge boot with a crutch. Ten weeks after the injury I became crutch-free and 13 weeks after the injury I was able to remove the boot right before my 16th birthday! Nearly five months after the injury I could walk at a normal pace and after six months, I was able to run again.
Someone’s walk says a lot about their demeanor and for the longest time, my walk was a limp. So when I finally had the ability to, I decided to walk with a purpose.
So please don’t slow me down, just keep up : )
Of course, here are a few pictures!