Lay dispute at the foot of these spurious claims. 

Mayo published a study about the comparative relevance of physical fitness on life expectancy.

Nearly half a million people were surveyed, and they found that fast walking participants lived longer than those who walked at a slower pace.

Turns out, if you want be around longer, try speeding it up while you’re on a stroll.

Who knew that walking a little faster might add years to your life?

Personally, I’d like to lay dispute at the foot of these spurious claims.

But it’s not for scientific reasons. My objection to the issue of walking faster is, it may increase your life expectancy, but it’s at the expense of your relationships?

Reminds me of my sophomore year roommate. Adam coached our college’s gymnastics team. He was barely five feet tall, but one hundred percent muscle. The guy walked faster than most people could run. Even our quick trips to the coffee shop or the dining hall were exhausting. Keeping up with that guy was an olympic sport in itself.

But it’s not like we had anywhere important to be. Nobody who is nineteen has anywhere important to be. And yet, my roommate seemed to have something to prove by how fast he walked. It’s like waking fast made him feel more important.

We get it! You’re the boss! You have places to go and people to see. The clock is ticking.

Kind of like someone with one of those giant rings with dozens of keys. What are they, medieval dungeon masters?

Point being, his fast walking took a toll on our relationship. It either made me not want to be around him, or made me anxious when I was around him.

Have you ever worked with somebody like that? A fast walking coworker who zoomed by your desk throughout the day like a stock car driver gunning for the lead? It’s exhausting.

Company executives are notorious for this behavior. They speed in the name of efficiency, but their manic stride damages employee relationship, since people feel like the boss has little time for them.

Every time team members hear that person’s shoes clippity clopping at a frantic pace, it sends a vibrational cue to the entire office that they are not to be interrupted.

Allow me to lay dispute at the foot of these spurious claims as well.

Slow the fuck down. Even when you’re busy. Especially when you’re busy. Do you really think that arriving at your desk seven seconds earlier is impacting the company’s bottom line?

It’s not. All that’s happening is, you’re going so fast that you walk right past the very people who need you most.

You might not live as long, but at least your relationships will thrive while you’re here.

LET ME ASK YA THIS…
If people can’t come up to you, how will they ever get behind you?