Clean Hit
I’m not exaggerating when I say this…I took a woman out today. (See: knocked her as* down.)
Today is gross and rainy so m.p.h tends to go up. The normal brisk walk of a 25-30 year-old goes from a 3.3 to 3.8 on a day like today.
The thing about walking is that you try and tag team with people who are at your pace. Tourists (who are notorious for staying below 2.5 m.p.h) tend to hug right, really late people weave in and out from the sidewalk to the street, and the rest of us try and stick with our pack. Which is what happened today. I was walking immediately behind a woman for two blocks before it happened. We were at the same pace, had similar strides (we were pedestrian soulmates if there were such a thing).
But then her heel got stuck in something. And she stopped abruptly. Without notice. So I, only inches behind her, knocked her over. Except that she couldn’t catch herself. Her back foot was stuck in a divot while the rest of her lunged forward. I stopped to give her the New Yorker I’m Sorry (which is just an extended arm coupled with an open mouth and furrowed brow), but then I got hit with an umbrella so I had to keep it moving.
I’m sorry lady that I knocked you over today.
