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I used to be a fast walker, taking advantage of my legs to cover distances relatively quickly. I am totally type A as far as walking personalities go. Leisurely strolls are only tolerable when walking with others.
But now? Yeah, now I walk slower than a tortoise.
Walking the normally 12 minute walk from my home to the train station has become a 22 minute affair. Yes. I timed it. I told you I was type A!
So while I still feel physically capable of walking my normal pace, the visitor in utero doth protest greatly each and every time that I try to do so and only settles again (meaning no more light cramping and achiness) when I slow down to a snail's pace.
So yeah, go on ahead Granny. I'll meet you at the other side of the street!