Yesterday I left my Caribbean Women Thinkers class at 6pm and headed to my stats class which also starts at 6, but since its university its actually 6:10. Irregardless, my next class is way on the other side of campus and 10 minutes is not nearly long enough for the average walker to arrive on time. At the corner of st george and willcox I found myself directly behind my prof. I thought sweet, class can't start without him so I'll just follow him to lecture and won't have to worry about arriving on time.
Well, the light changed green and if I had looked down even for a moment he would have been gone. Now I am by no means a slow walker. I'm 5'9" and walk at a pace that would indicate I am that height. My prof is in his forties and I have a good 2 inches on him. He is the fastest walker I have ever encountered in my life.
I don't think I'm really driving this point home though. I practically had to jog to keep up with him. A walk that I normally do in 10 minutes took me a mere 6 in this mans wake. 4 minutes might not sound like a a lot, but holy fuck it is. Double D, I salute you for throwing me for a loop.
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