Sometimes my hurrying makes my husband nervous. And when we’re out for a walk, he sets the pace, generally uninterested in walking as fast as I would on my own. But these days, I’m notably slower, I realize. Here’s a conversation we had this evening:
Me: One thing I notice about being pregnant is that I can’t walk as fast.
Husband: Why do you need to walk fast?
Me: Successful people walk 25 percent faster.
Husband: That’s an American idea.
He’s an American too, I could have pointed out. But I couldn’t argue that ideas about fast and slow are influenced by one’s cultural background.