jamesmcsparron
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- Time of past OR future Camino
- Next Camino 29/07/2023
Last Camino 03/08/2018
When I have to walk to the next Albergue I usually want to get there fast. Get my heart and lungs pumping, work the leg muscles and sweat like I'm in a sauna! My wife however, likes to take it slow and have several breaks to catch her breath, spend some time absorbing the surroundings and chat to whoever wants to share a conversation.
This would seriously annoy me. Especially when other pilgrims would pass us. Pilgrims who were a good bit older than us, who were perhaps limping, or were carrying some extra weight. When they passed us I would imagine they were thinking how unfit we were, while I would be thinking, if I could just walk at the speed I wanted to, I'd leave everyone in the dust!
Of course if I'd say this to my wife she would sarcastically say that I was such a big man, who needed to prove how tough he was and to go on ahead if I felt she was slowing me down! I would then huff and stamp on at a faster pace. I'd keep looking back to see how far ahead I was getting. Then I'd wait because after mulling it over in my head I'd realise I was being childish and that we were supposed to be doing the walk together! When she caught up, she'd just walk right past, ignoring me so I'd storm off again until I was just around a corner or brow of a hill. Then I'd wait again. This would go on for days until one day as we walked together, deep in conversation, one which we were really engrossed in, I noticed her pace had speeded up. It looked like she thought it important that I heard what she was talking about so was keeping pace incase I got out of ears reach. Once I realised this I began increasing my stride and lo and behold so did she!
I'd found the accelerator pedal!
Our pace got faster. Not as fast as I'd have liked but much better. I slowed down a little and she sped up a little and we met in the middle.
This would seriously annoy me. Especially when other pilgrims would pass us. Pilgrims who were a good bit older than us, who were perhaps limping, or were carrying some extra weight. When they passed us I would imagine they were thinking how unfit we were, while I would be thinking, if I could just walk at the speed I wanted to, I'd leave everyone in the dust!
Of course if I'd say this to my wife she would sarcastically say that I was such a big man, who needed to prove how tough he was and to go on ahead if I felt she was slowing me down! I would then huff and stamp on at a faster pace. I'd keep looking back to see how far ahead I was getting. Then I'd wait because after mulling it over in my head I'd realise I was being childish and that we were supposed to be doing the walk together! When she caught up, she'd just walk right past, ignoring me so I'd storm off again until I was just around a corner or brow of a hill. Then I'd wait again. This would go on for days until one day as we walked together, deep in conversation, one which we were really engrossed in, I noticed her pace had speeded up. It looked like she thought it important that I heard what she was talking about so was keeping pace incase I got out of ears reach. Once I realised this I began increasing my stride and lo and behold so did she!
I'd found the accelerator pedal!
Our pace got faster. Not as fast as I'd have liked but much better. I slowed down a little and she sped up a little and we met in the middle.
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