The other morning I followed a Russian lady for forty-five minutes. She’d been behind me at an intersection. We crossed at the same time. But within minutes as we climbed the steep hill she took the lead.
She had all white-gray hair Saucony sneakers and her strides were fast strong and steady. No huffing no puffing.
I thought I’m going to copy her steps. I noticed that they were short and quick unlike mine which were more wide and deep.
I lost touch with myself and just tuned in to the pattern of her step. She was doing more of a one-two-three-four while I was doing a one-two-three.
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