...but I was hitting the ground twice as often as she was. You could have beat a drum to represent us: her bass beat, one...two... one... two... and my little snare: one-two-three-four-one-two-three-four. I had no idea leg length mattered that much, that I could be working twice as hard to run the same speed as someone taller than me.
Of course, that's not what I thought at the time, which was more along the lines of "wow, I don't like what this implies about my survival chances if the vampires|wizards|Chaos Marines attacked this facility right now."
What can I say. This is the brain that birthed Spots out of too much time on an elliptical. -_-