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Written by Mary Jo Hunst, Park Ridge, IL
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On a fitness walk, my husband's long legs cover more ground than my short ones. They propel him a stride ahead of me and I pull him back.
“Slow down,” I say.
“Walk faster,” he suggests.
Faster? To keep pace, my legs are already moving faster! His long legs give him such an advantage.
When we reach the one-mile mark, we tilt our new pedometers and read our step counts.
“Two thousand,” he announces.
I feel my smile before I understand it.
“Twenty-five hundred,” I say.
His face registers injustice.
Short legs give such an advantage!
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